Near Wild Heaven

You know, I really like this song. I wish it wasn't a description of my state of defective mind, though. Which I'm not actually in at the moment, though I'm aware of it; I'm being a little manic on iTunes instead. Hooray for displacement.


Something over a thousand words today (1093 as I write this), maybe more; I'm not sure whether or not I've run out of words for the moment.


Holding myself together . . .

. . . in this near wild heaven . . .

. . . not near enough.


(Ah, but the harmonies they soothe a house made of heartbreak . . .)