Because the Muse has recently been elusive

[mayamaia]

Tricked myself into writing by means of alcohol and chocolate. Which would be great if it didn't leave me singing uncomfortable truths to myself at midnight.

But damn it makes for good music. I should have recorded myself more tonight, it was wonderful. Sad enough that I made myself cry, but gorgeous.

It also sent me out walking. It's a gorgeous night out, if almost oppressively quiet. I want a companion to share it with.