nothing has been making sense to me. I am so fickle. one day things can seem to click together, then be totally shattered in the next.  things of nature use to speak things to me that stirred up a desire to share beauty with others. even seeing people has done the same. but now I can’t hear a thing.  maybe I am not trying hard enough to listen. i don’t even remember how it feels to enjoy something. just last week, i was enjoying Bob Marley’s hopeful music. right now, I can’t get that same nourishment (partly because I lost my ipod). i’m trying to take pleasure in eating fruit snacks right now, but I don’t get any.  I don’t feel a thing. I don’t even think I can feel anything from a touch of a girl.  I wrote a song about not feeling a thing, or maybe more than one.  there are so many thoughts and feelings trapped inside somewhere, but it’s so hard to put it to words. I am a failure at the use of words.