TIRED
Friday, May 6th, 2022 | San Francisco, CA
I’m listening to songs, but nothing seems to elicit anything. And I panic a bit.
Music is my one reliable solace.
Without it… I don’t know how I would cope. Then I heard this song play on Thirdstory’s Cold Heart album(how fitting)- G Train.
And I felt something again. Same thing when I sang in the shower this morning. That same stirring. It isn’t a feeling I chase. But when it comes on… Well, it’s a lot like writing for me.
Everything else just… falls away. And it’s just me and the melody. It doesn’t even have to be that deep.
Music is my river. It carries me down raging torrents and calming brooks. It sweeps me up and doesn’t ever let me go. I don’t know what I would rely on if I lost it. I don’t want to rely on what I’m relying on now.
I’m tired.
Too tired to think, but giving this journaling (almost)everyday thing a try.
I’m tired…
Too tired to think, but, I hope- never too tired to write.
