In a sense, it’s everything.
Nothing I thought I wanted but then again, never thought I wouldn’t want.
It’s concealing what you really want
Then again, it’s understanding that what you want isn’t what you need, just what you want.
I something…. I know I something.
There is a feeling that I can’t call anymore, but it’s there. I’ve painted, I’ve written, I’ve played, I’ve cried and I’ve laughed, I’ve yelledkickedscreamed… It’s trapped.
I know I’ve trapped it. Mind you, it was supposed to escape, be free …. I yelled…. Be free!!!!
Oh no… it’s there… the no name feeling is there.
That doesn’t help… lame excuse for a song… ba da da da da da da dum…. Aha… Te qui la
Tru truuuu turu trutrurrrr utruuuu trututrutrttu TE QUI LA
See… singing won’t set it free.
Maybe I am mistaken, and this is just an excuse to write again… DUUUU DUUUUU DUUUU DUU DUUUUUUU DUUU DU DUDUDUDUDUDUDUDU Tequila