heart of glass.

It feels as though there's a boulder residing in the place where my heart should be. But It's not a heavy feeling. It's not light, either. It's just an emotion. What emotion, I don't know. I don't think it matters so much. Like a piece by Ravel, I don't think that Glass wanted to paint a feeling. Just evoke an emotion through a piece of music that is in itself emotionless.

I wish I could turn off my thoughts and sleep.