the pineaway

i can't yet bring myself to watch or listen to this, but i bet it's killer... music is still too dangerous for me, i don't dare stir up any emotions with it. pj harvey, i hear, has an album out, too, and the decemberists as well... i wish i could still be the girl who buys records rather than food with her last pennies. so much is gone. broken and lost.

it is two thirty in the morning and i'm wide awake again. all day i wanted to sleep but at midnight the candles were lit in my pumpkin head. sleep will not come / to this tired body now... that's one song i know all too well.