I wake up tired, slug-headed and with a sandpaper mouth. I roll over in bed and my stomach is just a split second behind, enough to make me fear the worst but then the nausea passes.

They say no man is an island But Browsing bruised among the status updates Tags and wallposts, well-located namechecks Furling forward like a procurator’s scroll

I scribble lyrics on the clock Scrawling with a child's breathless anticipation Tongue peeking meekly out. Waiting for the music to seize me once more

Who makes Snow flakes fall from the sky. It’s just Jack Frost as he goes by. Reindeers canter pulling Santa’s sleigh. Lanterns on their antlers light their way.

1st Verse I wish that you could hear this music in my heart, that plays when you are near; that stops when we’re apart. I wish that you could feel how deeply I love you;

You were paler the morning, as drinkers are, you were softer. With this quiet vunerability; puffy-eyed and suffering the full-blown shakes.

It was a fitting start to the worst day of my life. It started off when I woke up by hitting my head off the ceiling of my bedroom, though up here it was hard to tell what was up and what was down.

She just stands there staring at the traffic. Her lips move constantly, whispering to herself. Talking to herself, or remembering. Like going over a shopping list or something.