oct 27

Here is the night halloween parties land this year. I am tired and laying low in this universe of night. There are melodies echoing through my head and vocal harmonies, so elusive, dancing around the next turn, the next harmony, the next decision is one to make with a level head in the morning. 

Here is fatigue and a lack of concern with writing in the alone hours of night. There are no people or animals. Nothing too savage here. Just quiet servitude and music through veils of plate glass.