"unreasonable demands on the musculature of the heart"

funny thing i think you can physically make yourself hurt by hurting spiritually. i'm not even kidding--your heart sorta bounces in its spot and this unwanted unwelcomed air-like thing fills up the space--only your heart is not that big or mighty if you hadn't noticed so it bounces tinyly (oh the heart rarely ever relocates drastically) anyways so there's only an inch or two left but the air-like substance (may also be called as anxiety or hate or fear or regret or any other nerve-wrecking emotion) is way too much so you feel something push the inner walls of your inner world. anyways. i know that doesn't make a whole lotta sense but here's the thing--i'm running on 5 hours a night of sleep for about half a week by now, school takes getting used to, there are shifts and changes all around, and my mind is all hazy (as if you hadn't noticed that by my crazy pace of posting) and caleb followill sings so damn well. all that and a new story of my good old beautiful sad jack talking about his dreams--which make no sense whatsoever--which is something i miss in conversations. we all make too much sense nowadays.

well--still-the days roll on---

Let the whiteness of the bones atone to forgetfulness.
There is no life in them. As I am forgotten
and would be forgotten, so I would forget.

T.S.Eliot said that.

oh you now, Eliot--
i said that.