Nov 29, 2021
You would be turning 29 now.
He insisted I listen to Alan Watts, so I do.
1000 years of guitar.
We are a stream of gas...wut???
We're not who we think we are.
I made myself into a drunk, I managed to find a way out in the Library.
Mirrors are indifferent.
I miss you so much on your birthday, every day.
The you that lived.
Nov 22, 2021
I hear your man crying.
It feels really really weird.
Danger in immanent.
I lost her for 2 minutes.
I made a promise to their father.
Nov 15, 2021
A tone poem of sorts.
My Daughter called me as I was composing.
She was washing dishes.
The microphone was on, so I listened.
The trees were alive and beautiful.
We're always going to miss him.
Something happens...ya know?
It's hard to put into words.
Nov 8, 2021
I asked a friend for feedback, It was nutritious.
The truth is not eloquent.
I edit in real-time.
I use my son's death to go in circles.
Funky and stupid musical language.
I blab about reading..is that a thing?
I feel an obligation.
Nov 1, 2021
I have triple standards.
Grief is unreasonable.
Overdose is a choice.
Die for something good.
He could have become.
I chose to initiate myself as a new person, to live with a broken heart.
To be consoled by reality