Dark Notes

Thumbnail is a detail of a painting found in a thrift store in Portland.

Why do I feel guilty, I don’t want to feel this kind of thing on my consciousness. So many things are pressing in and I don’t want to be pressed on. I’m tired, how many times should I say that. I’m feeling like there’s something bad about me once again.

A heavy weight like heavy set of clothes I’ve gone swimming in drags me down like my pockets are full of stones, and I’m going in. I know that things are just starting to break open. It would be a terrible mistake now to forget what it’s all about. Or to let some madness reign me in just as this tide comes rolling in.

It wants to pull me out to sea which is exactly where I want to be. I’d be mad to resist it, but resistance persists. I’d be mad to resist, but resistance persists.

Still learning how to play this sweet sound and not hit any of those dark notes that keep coming down. Those dark notes keep finding their way to this pure sound.

Dark notes keep finding their way into my sound.