i've been revisiting, nothing feels good. which is why i had the dream. like, it's an amazing album, and i just hadn't listened to it for so long. but the songs on there, omg. esp., perfect lines.
yes, most poetry is. who knows why. does it mean people are no longer indifferent? i only ask, because it seems we write more when we're at the extremes: either distressed or ecstatic.
