Some nights,you don’t even feel like catching a buzz. Don’t even feel like holding a guitar or texting people you know.
I heard someone read a poem, it said something along the lines of “if you don’t feel it,don’t force it”
You can’t give into the bummer,can’t think dumb thoughts like “extension cords are a superior method than a rope,no painful little fibers digging into your neck” Muck, a choir of nonsense singing to you.
You have to arrive. You have to make it to the place where it finally clicks.
(you don’t get to do this over again.)
no you don’t.
(what ‘was’ doesn’t matter)
no, it doesn’t.
(man, you’ve taken a lot of weather,and you carry a lot of weight. I applaud the strength of your character for that)
you can’t circumnavigate your issues.Can’t side step them.
(no you can’t. )
dawn 