I Know More Than I Knew Before

I Said I'd Stop For A Year, Which Was Inconceivable To Me And Everyone Around Me. It Seemed Like So Long. But Then, After That Year, I Looked Up And I Still Hadn't Gotten My Land Legs Back At All.

I Like Being Swept Up In Weather And Observing It As Something Beautiful And Giant. It Makes You Feel So Minute. The Only Thing As Big As That Are Your Thoughts About It, Which Can Expand Exponentially While Your Physical Self Is Just Trapped. It's A Pretty Awesome Feeling, In The Original Sense Of The Word.

There Are Certain Parts Of Chords That Resolve Things And Tie A Bow, And Others That Keep Things Open And Unanswered.

I Know More Than I Knew Before I Didn't Rest I Didn't Stop Did We Fight Or Did We Talk.

I'm In The Countryside Outside Of Paris, In A Beautiful Old Manor House. The Studio Is In The Basement, But We Decided To Set Everything Up In The Old Parlor And Dining-room Area So We Can Look At Each Other And (at) The Sunshine Coming Through The Stained-glass Windows. It's Pretty Idyllic, And I Think It's Spoiling Me. I'll Have To Go Back To Regular Life After This.