well...

its one of those nights.

one of the nights when you feel so withdrawn

and isolated

and insular

and lonely

and pathetic

and stuff.

the house is empty, except for, i think, erica upstairs, and the dogs.

I had a fantastic evening at my grandparents house celebrating Father's day with my daddy and siblings and grandparents.

and then i drove home

and i got all...

bleh.

so i'm in bed

with a cup of coconut-ginger green tea with french vanilla creamer in it

hitting up the interwebs

then reading my book

and hitting up the pillows on my bed.

bleh.

i wonder

i wonder

i wonder why each little bird has a someone

to sing to, sweet things to; 

a gay little love melody.

i wonder

i wonder

if my heart keeps singing, will my song go winging

to someone who'll find me,

and bring back my love song to me?