one of those moods

"made me feel like the one" stereophonics - 'dakota'.

nope
perhaps it was sometime in between that hug
and your voice in the car.
maybe it could just could be.
or maybe
this delectable fabrication is just
a hiatus
and i'm using you
as an excuse.
or am i really caudal over rostral?
no, i am not, really.
if time weren't time and sense weren't sense
and if i could figure out if this is what i need
right now.
then maybe this diagnosis just might be unequivocal.

it is one of those moods again. i climbed right into this unawares - a steep-walled pit i dig for myself every so often. walled off from the world, friends, contentment.

cynicism, like surround-sound.

nothing will do. nothing, it seems, could make me happy for long, in this whirlworld. great. now where's the escape hatch?

it is found in the promising solitude of sleep.