Sweet, sweet insomnia. I’m so delusional. But not anymore I decided I will snap out of it. I’m gonna magically come out of it (I know that’s not possible, just allow me to sink further into delusion please). I’m addiction prone to the night. I’m not even trying to write a song. But I did find something at the piano today. I sang it into my old school tape recorder.
I sit at home and eat from a can
Knowing that I’ll never see you again
I’m finding a new energy in me right now. A bit of a resolve. A “fuck you world”. I don’t know what I’m talking about. How do you not know what your own insides are? I don’t. I think a witch doctor could explain me to me best. A gypsy woman once told me I have psychic abilities. She also told me I’m a good, honest person who doesn’t cause troubles, but trouble always comes to me. Sounded like a gospel song. I gotta write that song…hmm. Oh, but it would be so much more interesting if she told me I was a mischievous rebel excommunicated from my hometown. In some ways that is true though. I guess I would believe anything she told me. She could tell me I’m light and it would be true and she could tell me I’m dark and that is true too. I can be either or. I like to be extremes. It’s the actor in me I guess. I dive too deep into characters all the time and I’m not even playing any of these anywhere. I guess I need to start booking more acting jobs soon. I’ve been on hold in that area.
“Seeing Stars”
Everyday I wake up
It’s the same I wake up
With stars in my eyes
And I’m going blind
You can tell me something
But your eyes say nothing
Looking so unkind
I’m losing my mind
It’s your fault
It’s your fault that I’m in love
