Once again, restless, itchy and an emptiness. Haven't seen my Grandson in a month. No one to show my love to. Need to let it out. To much hibernation and rain. Soon it will be hot. To hot to handle and to hibernate will begin once again. I suppose I will never grow up without the need to be more then one. So I will wait and try not to be alone. One is the loneliest number I don't care what the Guru's say. Music tells the whole story. Without the emotion and the passion we are no longer human.
Alien Nights.
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