where am i.

too lost for finding entries.

tripped up by semantics and definitions and the power of words.

but... still.. maybe we're always lost in a tangle of brush and twigs and our pufferfish moon landscape.

last night, listening to good powerful accoustic countrytwang music... moved. simple. i wanted to lay my cheek on the wood table, and feel it cool and solid. and i missed being there with somebody who got what my music means. to me. and having it mean the same to them.

and i felt ..again..unmoored and aimless. a few weeks ago my friends were tellling me how relaxed i seem. the past two weeks, how restless i seem.

am i this transient?

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