i didn't put it down. it lingered long enough for me to, but i chose not to because i didn't know where the motivation would come from to finish it and i already have too many fragments scribbled on things and saved in various scattered files and on here. i didn't want another one.
it still lingers to a point. i'll listen to some music tomorrow and see if i can't find it again. i think it may be the grey of the days. but it's more like acting, pulling up memories to invoke a feeling that was more creatively profuse. i wonder if that makes it false.
speaking of memories, i seem to have much more control of what strolls through my mind. i can put thoughts out of my head one at a time or all at once again. even the buzz in my ears is decreased. no one knows how thankful i am for that.