That time at 3 or 4 in the morning, when you break out in a cold sweat, full of regrets.
The confusion of love.
Love, freedom and self-deception.
Seasonal but timeless. I ain't ready for the cold.
Troping toward the light.
Music of the spheres, places, history and people.
Conception of my third child.
Dread of blowback from infinite war.
A song for the rest of us.