...And I'm the only one who ever believed in you

Each time I break my silence, I know I haven't done it for the right reasons. I wonder if yesterday's breaking of my most recent vow was either part of the rule (see previous sentence) or amounts the exception (unlikely). I don't believe I had the backbone to remain silent. In fact, I don't even know if my silence went noticed at all-- I counted the days, but I highly doubt they were counted in return.

And so the weeks pass in the Central Coast, where a layer of dust covers every vehicle, every signpost, every man, woman, and child. And so the days pass where a layer of dust covers my every thought, deftly clouding my judgment until I play the pawn in my own game.

Here is the song that defines these days of confusion. It is a little disconcerting that the lyrics are unbelievably accurate to a frightening degree. Listen carefully. Especially you.