Blues bring ya up, blues always bring ya back way down. You can't have one without the other. Does the warn look on the woman's face who's carrying the bag a sign of triumph or dredgery? Are the daily tasks, like carrying your groceries home, a moment of bliss or taxing hell? The moment you start asking yourself these sorts of questions, you have entered the blues, the soul, like depths of the blue sea, ponderous, inviting and engulfing. I have always been the sort to go deep, and go deep too often. I am tired. I want to swim in the shallow blues of daily life. "Life is good." And even if I had to learn that last quote from somebody who made me feel worse than anything else in my life has ever done, I am glad to say that I've retrieved it from the depths that I had to travel. Because, my friends, life is fucking good.
onsdag, oktober 26, 2005
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