There's a rhythm to this city. A pulse that you can't ignore. My heart is in my stomach and my stomach is in my heart. I need to see her. Be with her. Hold her again. Being on the road for this long, nothing is familiar except for these nightmares and my memories of her. That's why I'm here. That's why I'm going to find her. I know where the show is. I'll be there tonight.
Been writing about these nightmares on this facebook thing. The guy who runs seems to 'know' stuff.