I'm still horrible about titling

That incessant clickickickickick
just bothered me more than some music does.
Speaking of music, I heard some today.
You asked me about things that weren't
music, and I listened to some, remembering
where I was when I first heard it felt it.
Saw it felt it. That's when I realized
how often I do. Sometimes it takes an
odd thing to make me realize something.

I think, in a way, and this is an entirely
new subject, I hope I'm right about you,
and this. And that, as well. In a way,
I like to think I've figured you out. I
like to think you are still there, even
though its perfectly logical to believe
you aren't. Maybe one day you will.
Maybe one day, I won't care.