-

Roll with it, brother.

Your mind runs too fast and your thoughts are
the author of half-truths.

Sleep a little,
dance a little -

your guitar is going nowhere.

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Anyways.


November has seen thirty six posts,

and has been by far one of the most tumultuous months I can remember.

There has been a whole lot of bad,
and a whole lot of good.

Leading into winter,
into break,
into work weeks and who knows
what will arrive
with the snow

C'est un mystère.

I can only hope that I will continue to see each breath I take as precious -

Its a choice, brother.

And your guitar
is going
nowhere.