I awake to the smell of cooked chicken embryos and frying pork flesh. I can hear the television’s pallid clicks and dribbles of Muppets and counting songs. I walk out into the living room and Gaelynn is waltzing around the room holding a mutilated piece of toast singing along with Elmo and etc…
I was rather proud of myself tonight. From 11:30pm to 2:45am I wrote fifteen songs. A little too fast to be ready, but the framework is there. My writing is definitely going in a Psalmist direction – my initial suspicions are confirmed.
This morning I awoke to Gaelynn rubbing my face whispering, “massagey, massagey..” all the while giggling like a little pixie. Candace went to an interview first thing, and Gaelynn and I hung out and played.
This evening we went to this really great park. It has all of this great stuff. Very musical, Gaelynn had a blast. I enjoyed the whole atmosphere, children, families, and a baseball game in progress.
Very Americana. “Paging Mr. Sousa, paging Mr. Sousa!”
I have returned home. I cannot believe it is already four in the morning. It seemed like I just went walking for maybe an hour or so. I wandered all over the place, actually getting lost in Frat/Sorority Hell before finding my way outta there.
Almost midnight, had a pleasant enough outing. Here and there and wandering about town. Still thinking about my life increasingly. Little else to bother with. Past and future converge on the vicious present. Haunted by memories and visions, thoughts turn to dear ones far away. How I want to hold them all in a tight embrace, pressed into my chest; how I want to give them all that I am – to open what is locked away inside in the dark and allow them into the arcane chambers of my heart. Will I?
It is now around nine in the evening. I woke up at around nine or ten this morning. I had an astounding, horrid terrifying, thrilling and completely inconceivable dream.