Just Things...

This man,like a young boy, starts the morning with such vigor, I hadn't seen, haven't seen, in years. Excitement mounts, as new discoveries and creation takes hold of his brain. Things I've prayed for, for years begin to collide with velocity I haven't yet seen. All this to work on this dream that been planted in our heads (from the beginning?) This music, that sometimes makes so much sense I can taste the air filled with thousands of singing heads, and others seems so ridiculous that I wonder why we waste our time. I had a lot of that yesterday,not even so much about music stuff but my whole life in general, I'm feeling sooooo incredibly unsatisfied, my work is mostly my brain, and what do I do besides? I can't just lay down and die to my art, start over again, it's not allowed, and I'm having my pity party anyways, so it's just excused as bad breath and a new day begins, (today) I wish -- no I pray -- that I would have the excitement for my life, that he has for his music. And that I can know that it's not all in vain, and it really does matter....and I have to realize too that it's just a tactic to keep me broken, just a centipede voice crawling around my ears trying to break my spirit. Succeeding yesterday, but today is a new day, and I need to try to take some ground back. Hoping I can....