Cobwebs hang in the corners of my thoughts. I can't seem to make them leave. There is something that I know I'm forgetting, but I can't bring myself to remember. Oh, hell.

Sleep caresses my eyelids, whispering it's soft sonnets of comfort. Of solace. As good as any lover's arms. Such blasphemies from my mind. Just to curl up. Drifting silently through the empty space between my ears. Behind my eyes.

Oh, gods...I'm dozing off at the keyboard. I think I'm going to go, before you end up with two pages of repeated letters. Undoubtedly from where my prim little nose has bounced across the keys.

I get nervous when she comes around. When she comes around.-The White Stripes