Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Blood Red, Ice Cold

Wouldn't life be easy if we didn't make it so hard? I like the happy songs. I seem to write the sad ones. I convince myself that I don't care what anyone thinks of me. Then I'm crushed at a perceived slight, an imaginary cold shoulder.

The sensitive ones wear their hurt feelings like some badge of honor.

Drama has abandoned me over the last couple of years. Oh, I see it swirling all around me but it doesn't light on me these days. Do I miss it? No more than the flu. A flat tire. Ants in the sugar.

Jamaica and Angel and I like our routine. We don't have a schedule. We're just watching life roll by. It could be a Johnny Mercer song. Maybe Hoagy Carmichael.

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