when levee's don't hold...

slippery silence has drifted in to my room. not unwelcome. but not invited. for some, the witching hour leaves room for vivid imaginations to run wild. for me, my over stimulated mind shuts down, leaving me feeling vulnerable and melancholy. endings, beginnings blur together. which way is up? deep seas to sail these days. tomorrow night I sing for the first time in several weeks. why am i on the road again? i hope i will remember. so many expectations. singing is my harbour. big decisions, small decisions, decisions, decisions. what a journey.