escapism

i'm experiencing a block. there's something inside my head screaming to get out, and i can't seem to find the edges of the door clearly enough to open it up and let the beastling fly away.

so instead, it's rattling around in my brain pan, making plaintive little whispers of anguish that i can only hear around corners and in the dark and under the eaves and under the bed.

if only it would show itself to me, perhaps we might be able to find an aperture just large enough for it to squeeze through, so it could come out and play with me.

the last time i felt this, i wrote two songs in two weeks. that was rather nice. so i'm sure you understand my desperation to let this little lost spritelet loose in my head out. she'll be free and the hole she's left behind will fill about five others in my heart. somehow.