For non-suicidal topics that are fun, entertaining or informative.
It’s strange sometimes. How you can go to bed with a thought, a feeling, a sensation of sorts, and then you fall asleep for a few hours, 9 hours, or more… Yet as soon as you open your eyes it instantly is all there. The same thought, feeling, sensation, as if you only blinked while in the middle of a thought. That’s how I went to bed last night. And it’s how I woke up today. The looping paragraph of the lyrics resounding in my mind:
“‘Cause with all the changes you’ve been through, it seems the stranger’s always you…”
Please enjoy “Wicked Little Town” (2001, the Tommy Gnosis version)