Sparks

Sparks are a funny thing... see sparks never really go out.
They arent like fires, which you must feed, they are the start of the fire.
Now the fires gone out, yes almost certainly.
But the spark
The Glint is still there... and it hurts.
I keep it submerged.
But it arises, and flickers
It burns
Stings
An itch deep deep within
I just need an hour, think with me.
One hour, but i know its not enough.

One becomes two, then two becomes one night
Then a week, month
Then I sleep at square one.
But the spark
So beautiful when it lights
For that brief but albeit... spectacular moment
Its alive.

I crave that again.
But i dont carry the torch...

The Blues

Oh man do i love the blues.
The entire concept of it is great, sadness fueling sound.
Just love it.
John Mayer + the John Mayer trio, B.B king, Ray Charles.
They are great.
Blues can be so smooth, but so gritty, its fluid and emotive
Maybe thats why i like it so much.
A bent string sings words i dont know yet.
The bass just resonates deep inside, then the tones on the guitar whisper a kiss in your ears.
as the brushes stroke the drums... oh its heavenly torment.
Sweet disaster.
I love the blues

Good night

Tonight at church there was a message that really spoke to me, thats not what this is about.
After church, i just talked to some people old friends, that shouldnt be called 'old friends.
It was great, not everyone was perfect, but everyone was real.
Loved it.
Want it to continue
Ive been really lonely this year, and hav always wanted this sense of community, craved it as we all do.
Now that ive just put one foot in front of the other.
Im gna keep doing it.
And grow it.