Looking for answers in song lyrics. Scrying through the radio. Lovelust and ringworn and desperate. Fledgling, Fingerfulls of long hair. Wrapped around knuckles and plaintive like a song. Melodies enter your mind and take up extended residence. Earlobes and moans and coming back home. All-black attire and headbands and silk lips. Roses on sweaters and tiger striped panties. The cotton candy orgasm flourescence of smoggy Southern California sunsets. Beaches and building. Office-dwellers radiating in front of computer screens, dreaming of porno and kisses and hawaiian print casual Friday button-ups. It’s not so sad. That was overly dramatized like most of my thought processes. Worst case scenario thinking — death and dismemberment and ruined reputations, failed relationships and amputations. Crochet blankets and sappy needlepoint. Pins and needles and walking on eggshells. I’ve been led astray. Away from myself and into the din of indulgence Not in a good way.