When your alone, I've learned, It is a lot easier to think. Involuntarily it just happens. Something.. I'm not sure what, but something takes over and that cement of a valve that you've worked so hard to keep shut just cracks, and the thoughts start flowing- endless flowing. And you don't know what to do with it all. Thank, anything, your alone because if you weren't this would be embarrassing right? That, or you'd feel bad for drowning them. Essentially just down right killing them with wonders, worries, words, thoughts, thinking, things, questions. Questions mostly. Usually rhetorical, so you'd feel weird saying them out loud to someone, they'd feel obligated to answer, normally, but really your not looking fro their answer. Your asking yourself.
Now, how to relate this to my album. How is this relevant? There is one of those rhetorical questions.. don't answer that. ... to be continued.
The butterfly has significance ----------->
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