pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden

So...it's been awhile.

I have a lot of songs for now, this moment, but not words. I'm not sure why that is.

Everything is changing, everyone feels it in the air, their bones, the grass. It creeps up your spine real slow and like a scripture, makes you feel uncomfortable. I don't know why, this is simply how it is, how it has become. We are all chained to change and to the illusion of it.
I've got grand plans for my sense of satisfaction and purpose this summer and subsequent year but am still despite myself, inherently frightened to turn my back on everything that I have ever known or been taught is acceptable.