Maybe it’s the day.
Or maybe I’m just done.
Watched an old All About Eve video. It doesn’t matter which.
We’ll use Wild Hearted Woman/Every Angel. Why not? It’s even got annoying credits running through the second song. And it’s cut off. Brilliant.
“Michael, what am I supposed to take away from this?” you may ask yourself.
Is it their best video? No. Is it something about All About Eve? Not really (I still adore Julianne, but that’s a personal problem — even therapy has given up on me there).
It’s something intangible that I have no words for today. Lost little words Saturday, we’ll call it.
Maybe… It is the suchness of those things… I’m tired of not feeling a suchness. In madness, there isn’t a suchness to grasp onto.
Smile for me, roll your eyes. “Oh Michael,” you’ll say with exasperation, thinking you understand what I mean by this all. Except you probably don’t. Because the words were lost and we can’t find them in the snowdrifts and in the winter words of December. Shine bright, Lady Moonlight.
Can you tell me: Are you lonely?
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