Stuck in my mind

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know you're not around
shiny pops and soda pops
when I hear your lips make a sound

Thirty notes in the mailbox
will tell you that I'm coming home
and I think I'm gonna stick around
for a while so you're not alone

If you can hear a piano fall
you can hear me coming down the hall
if I could just hear your pretty voice
I don't think I need to see at all

Soft hair and a velvet tongue
I want to give you what you give to me
and every breath that is in your lungs
is a tiny little gift to me

I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
then I come home
no one to wrap my arms around

Well any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most
and you know why you love at all
if you're thinking of the holy ghost

[The funny thing is, the first time I heard the song, I was all "eh whatever". But saying "it grew on me" is a gross understatement. It's sort of dissonant and, well, his voice is sort of creaky, but it's so raw and from the gut, and the banging guitars...]

Shift/change/grow?

In addition to the continued appetite anomaly, I find I'm also driven to take walks (as long as I have time for) during lunch. It's another thing I've always wanted to do, but usually lamed or lazed out.

I also feel like I'm drawing inward further, not _withdrawing_ mind you--it feels much more positive than that would be--but just turning attention inward, almost as if in preparation for something. I don't want to drag in the tired old analogy about caterpillars and cocoons, but that _is_ sort of what it feels like. And in the middle of concentrating on whatever's about to happen, several of my self-indulgent behaviors are being drowned out. I might be more worried (as I don't have much of a tendency to change; I am the rock-solid unchanging pooky) but I can't help feeling really serene about it. That would seem to indicate that it's all good.