Flight Of The Foo-Foo Birds

I'm sitting here thinking about...well, to be honest, nothing... I don't know really. There is so much going on that thinking seems to be an impossible feat. What can I say? -I really don't know...

(I think I've had too much coffee this morning my heart is pounding and my mouth is dry... Something is different, I can feel it!)

How can a head feel so empty even though it's bursting with thoughts and words and songs and longing? How can a head feel so empty even though friends try to fill it with love and understanding? How can a head feel so empty even though it's flashing images of what I thought was true? What might still be true?

What am I missing? What is it I can't see? Is it the fact that I don't want to recognise the truth...? (Or is it just the plain fact that he's an arse and I just refuse to accept it...?)