I AM A PERSON AND I DO ASSORTED THINGS.
well, definitely. fridays and sundays and such days may be filled with longing and the empty spaces in between. but i like the void, quite a bit in fact. sort of feels like you're walking past a glass wall (as you always do) and there are things going on on the other side, and you peer in, scrunch your nose right up to the cracks, and just watch in wonderment. ah, how nice, you think. then hope, oh hope, she finds her way into your bones, and sends signals of electricity from your head to your teeny toes. i do, i rather like that. every fleeting moment is new and exciting and different. but of course, waiting is absolute anguish. i always reckon i know, and then i'm wrong. and then i know again. and it's all false. oh it's alright.

it'll come to me, i just know it.
oh it will be so swell, and i'd be really good this time, and your pretty eyes will make me smile.