What can YOU say in six sentences?
I want to blame Bowers and Wilkins or Bruce Springsteen...
The whispering want my soul ached for swam out in a rush of music from his Marlboro Man-styled voice that seemed as if it could carry desperation over any distance.
I'm on Fire echoed in my ears, pulsating a reverberating need that saddled me with a desire which burned deeper than my bones.
With my knees buckling, I succumbed to more than sound as my arm quickly cradled my face and what my eyes were hesitating to express.
A tear or two later, I was interrupted and asked by Adam, if I needed anything.
With the half eaten apple logo above me, the genius bar worker named Adam before me and my wanton misery inside of me, irony spoke simply with a "no" followed by a hasty retreat.