I know why the caged bird sings, i know why..

I know why the caged bird sings, i know why..

went to bed early, had a disturbing half-dream that woke me up again, couldn’t sleep, even though i was exhausted, got up again, went back to bed, slept like i haven’t slept in weeks.

no further dreams (that i recall..)

still need to have breakfast.. i wasn’t feeling too well yesterday (intermittent waves of nausea, spurned by nothing in particular). and i’m not sure how i’ll be today (yes, dad, i know….. i will, i promise.)

actually, i’ve got half an inkling to do some research into psychological disorders (as character research for the film thingy i’m writing).. i know the start and end points, but i’m not sure as yet, how to get from one to the other.. i have a few points in the path mapped, but they’re so disparate and vague, the only way i can accurately describe them at the moment, is ‘visions of particular scenes’.. there’s no real information about how they link into the story.. its bothering me somewhat, but i know it will come to me eventually, i just have to stave off my usual impatience..


First, i scream, then i cry.
Take a second of me
You beckon, i’ll bleed
Take a second of me

I think ahead of you, i think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, i know why..