part six (sorta)

wide awake at 4am without a soul in site.. no people either... and the slow down may be starting... or perhaps there is some distraction on the tv or somewhere that is slowing down the screaming babbling that is distracting me from the screaming loneliness that might or might not be underlying everything that is being written or felt in the last few weeks or lonely or maybe even a lifetime except those rare moments and years i believe in the partner i was with and where are they now, first loves of mine, if you could see, you'd reach out to me and my moody blues and will anybody ever listen to my story?... the whole black friday consumerism is such vivid example of the sad sickness in our culture which would be a fine distraction if i was paying attention but i've done a good job of distracting myself from the culture because it frustrates me so much and just reminds me of how rare the one might be which does not help keep hope alive and well so can we please just get back to the point of all this which is distracting me from the point of all this (or this for that matter)?...

and sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy...

narf :)