I haven’t been myself of late
I haven’t slept for several days but

Coming home I feel like I
Designed these buildings I walk by
You know you drive me up the wall
I need to see your face that’s all
You little sod I love your eyes
Be everything to me tonight
-elbow

i always tend to love to find the bad and the panic in something so good.
i've said - let it go, it's the past, it's the past. and history, is not, i said not, relevant because it repeats itself.
but maybe people do. and maybe i gotta get to sleep and maybe the walks in the snow are calming because the white helps me clear my mind. or maybe the intense concentration on staying warm leads to these thoughts. either way.