Working on em, definitely held down by some restraint, some anxieties, that keep presenting themselves in my dreams.  Things becoming taller even when I'm feeling good, my loved ones getting lost in the midst of it, soldiers marching

folding themselves over into my state of mind, constant

held to it, sort of touching it, but having a difficult time breathing

filling up my mind, more intricacy, dashing through snow, trying to stay warm

like trying to stay warm in winter in yosemete.  Its rainy and awful outside and I have a few songs to write, yeah, its like one of those days

flattery doesn't seem to affect me the same way it used to, it used to be that flattery could make my week better, but now, I don't crave it in the same way, wish I did because then my life would be easier.

The lowly artist lost, I'm already bored with this one