All of us experience restlessness now and then. A slight feeling of near despair, like you are out of air. Almost an asthamatic feeling, maybe clausterphobic. Perhaps an ache in the head as you lie still in the bed. But your mind is rushing in million places, looking for answers in a billion faces. But there is no easy balm, no refuge of calm. The ache spreads. From nerve to nerve, head to toe, torturously slow. In those moments when one does not know what the heart longs, I seek solace in your songs.