i want to feel excited about things again. there are brief bubblings of joy over little things like pictures and gardens, but then the bubbles pop and the heat's sucked into the ether. what a drag. i know it doesn't have to be. sometimes all i wanna do is music. play it, hear it, feel it, be it. sometimes is like always. let's dance away existence. i'd crack this shell and spill thought into cupped hands so you could drink in understanding. but copper was never my favourite flavor either.