A newness feeling, maybe "older" maybe "wise", but not likely. More of a "dumbass survived, lives to tell...blahdom" kind of feeling. I'm expecting something invigorating, but can't find the impulse to create a newfound expression to initiate action of any kind....
Out of the muck, tuned, a friend extends a needed hand, and...new notes project.
Not broken yet.
2 comments:
Hi Mark. I know this feeling! I feel like a blob, ooze around from here to there and never going anywhere. Darn, now I am a blob Dr. Seuss. But you know what I mean.
I need the continuation of the water story please. You left me hanging. I would have whined about it earlier but with the holidays and all I was cutting you a break!
The guitar: this should be pleasure not agony. Just strum and here how it should sound in your mind.
That should be hear not here, I don't want anyone to think you have illiterate friends much less relatives!
I love you,
Aunt Becky
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