all there are these days are songs

and maybe that's okay. or maybe it's not: it could be that my brain doesn't feel like processing my wonderful, inspirational night thoughts. it could be that there's not a whole lot going on.

it could be that there's not a whole lot going on that can't be explained by whatever song(s) playing repeatedly on my mental stereo.

all there are these days are songs, songs that are thoughts, and thoughts that sometimes come out as musings. when i feel like a novel, a novel it'll be.

until then, leave me to my summer looping.

-d