Townes Van Zandt - Nothin'
Lately time passes without a word. Barely a whisper. Every day seems like the last and every outcome predictable. I wake, shower, breakfast. Coffee, reading, writing. Home, food, writing. Then comes either a drink with friends, a show with whatever band will have me, a movie alone or more writing, more reading. In between I contact people to help me press an album. I meet pretty faces and attempt a flirt but just say words and walk away. My phone rings and I hope it that girl I met, a dear friend who wants my company, but it becomes someone from work wanting to switch a shift.
It's not a bad life. But there are times when the line of thought becomes so tedious and all the actions so predictable that I long for some surprise, something pleasant to just fall. Or, better, to rise.
The black, the red I love so much is becoming some vague form of grey. And it's more frustrating than most anything I've known.
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