---(+ Holy Buffalo +)---

Flip the switch
And rip the stitch
And as I sleep watch over me

Bind your hands
In constant prayer
And when I breathe, inhale with me

Break the stack
And deal the pack
But while you're here don't play with me

Close your eyes
And hold your breath
But when I'm here don't weep for me

Don't pass blame
Or light the flame
If she were here she'd cry with you

Despite your fright
Please leave the light
'Cause there's a party in my soul.

And the idea within eludes me.

Yes, and this is a difficult one to explain as well: it's only those who've known me since at least January who might be able to understand the meaning in this.

It's supposed to be obscure, clumsy, confusing, pointless, silly, because that's everything that it was and I was at the time.

I can't elaborate further than that.

What happened last January?

Remember my thread, "depression"? Remember its contents, what I said I loved about it?

That's what happened then.

It had started then?

Uh - no. That's when my depression ended. Not when I started that thread, but when I wrote this poem. Actually, a few days after I wrote that poem. It was quite an amazing feeling.

And I shan't go into any more detail than that.

Well yeah the thread was in April so I thought that's when it had ended. Sorry.