Here I am expecting just a little bit Too much from the wounded. But I see, see through it all. See through and See you. Things are getting underway with the play finally. Actually, I don't really know what that expression means. But it works. So I threw you the obvious To see what occurs behind the Eyes of a fallen angel, Eyes of a tragedy. My mother ambushed me in the middle of working on a new song, and asked me why I looked so sad. And for the first time, I had no idea what to say. Normally, when she asks those questions, I have an answer, whether I share it with her or not. But after nonchalantly shrugging my shoulders and continuing my work, I could not stop wondering. Why have I been so sad lately? There is no reason to be anything less than joyous at the present time. For the life of me, I can not answer this question. It seems that I only have the glum expression when I am at home, which has been scarce this week. I know there is something bothering me. Either I don't know exactly what it is, or I do and simply refuse to acknowledge it. I'm going with the latter. Oh well, Apparently nothing. You don't see me. You don't see me at all. The rest of the week will be busy. Friday is Steve's Birthday. Happy 18th. I am not even going to pretend that I had a reason for posting. Till next time. Still fighting it, Map.