aerasio

Confusion

It's the day before Thanksgiving. Campus is almost deserted. The wind is strong, and cold... a bleak day, like the days of late have been. I'm waiting for a friend, he's in a meeting with the dean. We're gonna go play some music in the basement of the House, that's the plan... We'll mess around, experiment, have fun doing whatever sounds good. Seemed like a good idea at the time, seems like an awesome one still. He has this riff that he's been working on and I think a beat I tried last time works well with it, but we'll see how things go I guess...

I'm hopeful, everything looks great and headed in great directions, like its all gonna work out...

Why am I so uneasy then? Why are my thoughts so... grey? Why do they all stray... to you...




Seems like it could be a monologue in a play. (shrugs)

So said Aerasio at 15:02