"The heart wants what it wants, or else it does not care."
Most folks learn from their elders. Teachers. Parents. Must I learn the same lessons over and over from long dead poets? Yeah, I guess so.
I knocked, probably too loud, too hard. Too early for company, but the door opened. I began rambling and didn't stop for nearly two weeks. Art, politics, epicureanism, hillbilly music, romance- stuff I know absolutely nothing about. Didn't even slow me down.
My desire to show my worst side puzzles me.
Reminded that I'm alive, I realize that I have to learn how to do it all again.
Those songs ain't gonna write themselves.