and_i_wax
Borealis
and
I
wax
a
good
many
things
this
late
at
night
I
wax
philosophical
I
wax
lethargic
I
wax
sentimental
and
I
wax
I
wane sensical
I
wane understandable
I
wane comprehensive
I
wane
in
my
worth
(
in
terms
of
being
listened
to
)
I
listen
to
music
from
my
past
ones
that
remind
me
of
people
and
things
done
,
and
places
visited
love
songs
that
remind
me
of
love
who
do
I
love
?
what
do
I
love
?
do
I
even
love
?
when
things
work
out
..and
my
own
headspace
doesn't
defeat
me
at
the
piano
..that
is
love
.
what
I
feel
..is
love
..not
for
anyone
..
but
it
is
love
intertwined
into
the
very
fabric
of
who
I
am
what
would
I
do
if
that
was
gone
?
people
leave
places
change
and
my
own
mind
is
perhaps
the
least
quiescent
of
all
it
has
no
static
state
..unless
of
course
that
is
at
the
bottom
do
not
take
me
for
someone
who
is
lost
,
and
searching
,
and
needing
guidance
..or
ideas
for
coming
to
terms
with
who
I
am
I
know
who
I
am
and
I
love
who
I
am
but
I
am
tired
tired
of
something
tired
of
meaningless
activities
tired
of
putting
on
a
facade
for
people
I
never
cared
about
..nor
will
I'm
tired
of
being
alone
and
one
thing
I
am
afraid
of
is
what
I
may
bring
myself
to
do
,
as
a
result
of
that
.
and
I
wax
nonsensical
..
or
intellectual?
I
doubt
it
..
its
definitely
nonsensical
wax
on
..
wax
off
..
040428
...
pete
ashley's
insights
mimic
pete's
at
times
..
040503
...
Borealis
I
am
still
tired
..
still
waxing
..
you'd
think
the
floor
would
be
clean
by
now
040708
...
unhinged
damn
hormones
091027
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
