i should write a song about it.

So much happening. Too rapid a flurry, of frantic gestures and parting lights, and a cutting ream of paper in my arms. Five months passing as if they're one.

I should write a song about it. Every tear shed. Every sigh sighed. Every person met. Every person touched; now that's special.

--even a short song. I feel like my slow loss of connection with music and words, the closing of a gateway, is the reason things hurt so bad.

My heartbeat slows, and I wonder if I should turn the lights off now...