perfect endlessness

i'm in a little place.  all up in my head and i like it.  a place where i want to do nothing but read, write and listen to music.  don't feel like participating in anything outside of myself.

this headspace is really not conducive to conversation.  not conducive to sharing or connection or participation.  it's a solitary place, but not in a bad way.  i'm brewing.  stewing.  concocting.  waiting for something to happen.  

wondering how this band always seems to find the words that were hiding somewhere in my head.