...from intent-on-doing-the-necessary to utter depression to music lyrics and now to the madcap spin of text that only flows from my fingers when I've managed to lose myself in the purity of one song following another down into the deepest shadows of my subconscious and then climbing, reaching for the universe.

Otherwhere I'm holding rational conversations, sort of... a few old friends today and several who are newer... a dance that carves itself out of my soul, laying bare and then scraping clean every fragment it passes.

No drugs other than caffeine and sugar and my body's own hormones.

No songs other than ones I'd forgotten about for such a long time.

No regrets.

No promises.

Nothing but the endless spiral dance.