A kind of emptyness

Wow. Look at me I'm a new version of blogger...and I have no idea what they've changed. Guess the best changes are the small subtle ones. But what does a new version of blogger have to do with my title? Honestly nothing. Just my mood right now. My other "moodier" blog isn't updated to the new version yet, so I can't access it. So here I sit. It's 4 am and I'm just kind of hollow. Music has a way of doing that to me. I seem to be able to find a connection with most songs. But not country. I severed all connections to that terror long ago. My varied music taste accurately represents the different people I am. A intuitive study of my play lists, could tell you everything about me. Don't need to be a scholar, just know the songs. You could see my sadness and deep it goes. My anger and the dangerous it can go. My wantings and they torrid places they live. My love....how fragile....how endless.....how misplaced and how forsaken.

But that's if I let you know my play list....