The song on my mind...

"Don't question why she needs to be so free,
She'll tell you it's the only way to be.
She just can't be chained,
To a life where nothings gained.
And nothings lost,
At such a cost.

There's no time to lose, I heard her say.
Catch your dreams before they slip away.
Dying all the time,
Lose your dreams,
And you will lose your mind.
Aint life unkind?"


--Ruby Tuesday by The Rolling Stones

Answers? Required.

And sometimes when logic twists every straight line you try to draw. You run along the crests and troughs of every stream of cursive. And music bellows, while tornados burst open, through every old creaking door. You are caught in a whirlwind and surrounding you, is an orbit of faces, words and tears that seem strange, stimulating a series of actions working one after the other in orders tandem.

What next? You wonder. Afraid and wonderstruck. Why? Curious and wonderstruck. Stuck and wonderstruck. Apprehension? Yes, although, it comes with a certain unidentifiable excitement.

What is going on?