i spent all of last month listening to the phish cds you left me, in my art studio making things to show the world how much i loved it. now that that's all over i am left feeling helpless. where else am i suppossed to go from here. i seem to be alone all the time. and thats ok, when im around too many people i begin to crave days like this. the hours and the sun shine drag on. the insomnia although full of rest is fruitless. my skin is crawling and i know thats just the psychosis. just the way it feels to be a vast nothingness.