Not A Point In Space

I feel like the only warm thing in my dark cold house that I can cling too is Matt and Kim. Right now their music is the only thing making me think that things could be okay, at some unspecified point in the future. I want to write acoustic songs about love. I don't know much about love though I guess. What is me? The only me I can approximate is always in motion. I can only see myself when I'm moving. I'm not a point in space, I'm just in the peripheral.