Fallen Impressions

I just finished listening to it and I want to erase it from my memory and go back and listen to it again for the first time…. Over and over and over again. It’s been a long time since something as sincerely poignant as this has brushed my waking consciousness. Oft times in dreams we experience things that touch us to the point that we wake up and hope, wish, expect, sometimes demand our dreams to continue but truthfully most people, myself included have turned themselves off to feelings of such depth. “For in that sleep, what dreams may come…� That song was more of a wake up call than I was prepared to hear today. Sherlock Holmes once said he had no ‘locus standi’. I’m almost prepared to take on his sentiments, but I think the very fact that I have screwed up so much, makes me that much more able to speak as a cognoscente. My dichotomy is displayed in greatest contrast in the way I have been constantly redefining myself, moving around the country, attempting to change everything about myself, and yet every move, every step is plagued with recidivism. With equal vehemence I promise I will change, and storm off in exactly the wrong direction, time and time again. I’m not entirely sure what the next step is, but I need to take it soon. It’s starting to sound like I am just talking to hear myself again. I’m signing off. Bye.