"You do not need me"

[delga]

I'm here, as always, in front of a blank screen and a flashing cursor and I'm ready to say so many things that I'm almost coming apart at my flesh weary seams. I've been listening to Volcano on repeat and the intensity of the music is killing me - the beat, the tempo, the image of heat and seduction that it raises in my mind. This is it. I'm ready to say what I need to say.

Would be useful if I knew what I need to say though, wouldn't it?