downtrodden days lead me down sidewalks where I catch that bass line I follow until the guitars come into focus and the drums push me out onto the open floor where people dance with no mind of one another
for those wanting simply to get lost in distortion pedal bliss, it gets no finer than this
A writer to watch ongoing, as years inform poignant prose with reflection of time-shining-lights.
For now, bask in the melodies and beauty of hearts broken and mending until the kettle boils and tea is sipped on the back step while tall grass simply sways.
SF grabs everything by the reproductive organs and refuses to let go and instead drags you along kicking and screaming until you are laughing from an endorphin rush
