if it's not aimee mann, it's something else: the sudden shift from stifling heat to a comfortable, though moist, evening breeze, the introduction of an old friend, success the way your mother wanted it, the new muse. something is keeping me occupied but strangely down, as in, holding me down in a sad way.

some might be relieved to hear it- the hint of melancholy or regret. but it isn't that exactly- it is the extension of disappointment- a feeling i have such trouble controlling.

everything here is covered in bubble wrap.

the night fog has covered the sky completely. there are only 2 thick weeks that keep me 'in sky' and 'in stars' until i leave it for more populated terrain.

i mean populated in the most broad sense.