That time at 3 or 4 in the morning, when you break out in a cold sweat, full of regrets.
A simple man, with simple needs.
The confusion of love.
An instrumental that sounds like its name.
Leaving behind a cycle of negative behaviors and memories.
Desperate times don't always provide any measures, drastic or otherwise.
Written for my brother, who always told me to "go with the flow".
Music of the spheres, places, history and people.
Conception of my third child.
Dread of blowback from infinite war.