Georgia on My Mind

So I'm sitting in the Ho, on a couch, which is quite nice. It's not everyday that I get to sit on a couch, which, if I really think about, is quite sad. They're a common form of furniture.

Regardless, I'm listening to Ray (it's the soundtrack for the movie Ray, about the awesome* life of Ray Charles).

*by awesome, I mean really quite sad and touching, due to the nature of addictions and lost mothers.

I'm listening, specifically, to Georgia on My Mind. I've driven through Georgia a couple of times, and all I remember is the traffic around ATL is horrific. But this song is moving me, and in a couple of seconds I'm going to start crying in the Ho. Which would be...

Composure? Who needs it. Not I. Not this person.

I want to write something, say something. I feel like no one hears me when I talk. I feel like my words move no one, and that what I say must be heavily cryptic. I don't know why everything remains trapped in my mind, why I have to think in symbols that can't be translated to words. I hate being stuck. Furthermore, I hate being stuck inside this god awful body, decaying from the inside out. Ah, I need a second chance at life. I need to try again. But such things are ultimately impossible. I just want someone to understand me. Sadly, I don't think anyone's going to take on such an endeavor.

So I guess I'll have to communicate through tears.

Or Drown in My Own Tears, as the case may be, Ray Charles.

I guess I'll just have to listen to some of his happier songs...