Frankenstein in a spacesuit in inner space
Oh well... another gig... I forgot, a yearly event... a must do, big audience, and what can I do? I tried to sing a bit today... a voice like sand blowing through an empty hall... a dead thing trying to appear alive.
What can I expect... I am without human touch. I wonder, often when sitting alone at diner, wonder what it would be like to have a friend, a human touch on my hand... but even with the few friends I have, it is like I live in a space suit, looking out at the world of living people - no warm touch, no sensation of another. But, at least if I were in space, I could accept the void... instead I look out at a living world... from these dead eyes, this soulless form... this lonely glass cell set out in the world.
Damned if I know what I will sing, nothing to play, my hands have gone to ... well, one needs to keep playing the pipes... I haven't.
So, I'll go out there and play, pretend, do my best... it hurts deeply.