Well so far, I'm a couple of days behind doing what I said I'd do.
So let's try this again.
Things are scarce.
Sleep. Memories. Dreams.
Melodies. Images. Love.
Things have been scarce.
Last night I was horribly awakened by a nightmare I was having while I was awake.
And I haven't been able to speak since.
It felt as if everything I ever knew was wrong.
Everything look distorted and out of view.
Sort of like a German expressionistic photograph.
It seems as if words are the scarcest thing.
Fresh out of stock.