i want to start about excitement, but the energy has been so much lately it's blissful to feel fatigue in the flesh, weary wandering winds all around me but just hanging still in the mind as if too scared to move, not dispersing any of the smoke, ash flying about landing everywhere. it's wasteland, but cheerful, and full of sun, memories of old songs and old loves, old and never leaving; the dust looks peaceful in pink sunsets, and the clouds move to their own rhythm, different parties out there yet i don't even mind; i got the best ones to dance with right here within