post depression rest disorder.

Here are two songs that help me deal with being me:

Exhibit A)



Exhibit B)
And this song, which makes me happier than any other song.

One kid had it worse than that.

A while back, I made a list of my favorite songs. I knew that it was an impossible task. I have since realized that I left out at least a dozen songs that, without a doubt, should have been in the top 40. This is one of them:

Click here to hear it.

Back when it was a popular song, I heard several people make remarks about its lack of unified meaning. Some people have such a limited perspective.

A familiar stretch of road.

Tears burn the cuts on my fingertips--
washing minor wounds, ignoring the real ones.
From here on the second floor, it's so easy to see
the city sleeping; I want to sleep.
Instead, we'll drive through the dark, won't we?
Exit life at 59 North, exit 133.

I find despair in the difference
between wanting to die and not wanting to live--
it's that sinking feeling burning through my heart
that I try to tear out as it tears me apart.
Set me free from this vacuum in time.
Help me--I've found no solutions as of exit 133.

Even if all the small things couldn't get to me,
life ends at 59 North, exit 133.