I'm having a slow morning. I think I am having a slow year.
Carry Me Ohio
Sun Kil Moon
Today my heart is a wet paper towel. Don't know why, but it is. Today I want to dissect things from myself like a biology class frog. Take out this part of my psyche and flick it out the window so it can be swallowed by some carrion eating bird; maybe then I would be able to settle back into normal. But normal was never really satisfying either, was it?