i don’t know where i’m going
and i
end up in this room
where i make music
fairly often
and it’s just a
passageway
or maybe
passageway is the
space between
thought and
thought
thought and
hope
and fear
or maybe
passageway
is the place you dissolve into
where you are loved entirely
desired even
your place here
passageway
the lost useless
passageway
the cost of
no rhyme
passageway
passenger

I was almost going to “cheat” and post an old recording. But the whole idea is, for me, to find some joy in playing music everyday. Sharing it makes it more likely that that happens, in theory and practice. So I sat and played guitar. It’s not profound maybe, or show how rad I can shred. It’s just making music.