This is how I say...

You are in St. Louis, but your songs are in my mind. How can you bear to leave so many bits of yourself behind?
And not just here, a long trail of breadcrumbs to take you home, and a flock of hungry hearts that long to snap them up hovering nearby

When will I hear it again? When will you record and be on demand?

When will inspiration = effort = effortless flow of creativity = hungry heart producing it's own food?

This is how I say I want, I want, I want...


And now for something completely different:

Worked on finances tonight with G. Still depressing, but didn't get as cranky as usual about it... nice. It was scary to see how little I have left for playing per paycheck, but when I look at it by month, and when I broke it down per day somehow it felt better... and remember that I'm paying for the computer, which is still making me happy, so it's worth it right? funny thing the mind is...