Music, music, where for art thou music?
I miss you
I love you
I am trying to understand you
I want you
where are you?
That hole is getting bigger again and the ache follows. My mind is so taken up with being 'busy making other plans' that the source of what I think (?) is the whole f*&^%$g point of my being, is mournfully silent, laying in wait in a cold empty little corner of my house. I hear you. I will get to you soon.
