Hour after hour, our work is never over.

Kingston in December.

The music is so obvious right now; I love it. I can't walk properly, but I can feel the music? It's everywhere, in the smallest and darkest corners of my body, places that are easily forgotten about. Places that only a lover would pay attention too. The previous statement was not ment to be be filthy one.

This feeling comes and goes. As I said earlier this evening I take out my soul before I go to work and it lays on my bed and waits for me. Everything feels better when I put her back where she belongs. I feel bad about leaving her home alone all day, it's almost in-human. I just can't subject her to a day in my work place, she might die, and that would be worse then leaving her behind.