music, other people's poems

shivers orgasm*: more, other stuff**

*new life goal, play piano in a band, maybe that’s next life material tho.

**I cannot handle these two right now. Cannot. Feelings, explosions. The end of things, the beginning of new things. Maybe maybe not. Music helps me organize my thoughts into categories: true or not true. Helpful or not helpful. Sad but true or sad and probably not true. Old love or new love. Nostalgia for the past or hope for the future. It helps me stay on track, helps me linearly process. Stay focused on what’s real. 

And all that shit. PTL for the right tunes at the right time.