True story. Here I am, going through music for my radio show (even though I already know every song I have in my library), writing words (that more and more feel as though I won't allow anyone to read). Creating the only art I know how to anymore... Lost my way of creating music, never was a painter. Just a writer of trite words and reflections of my inner world. Screaming a thousand words to no one in particular. Gotta wonder if these sad lines on my face will ever stop. Even when inside I enjoy so much of this life, still doesn't change the lines drawn deep inside. No matter how much I love the smiles I have with so many new people. Even finding someone I feel comfortable with opening up to with just insane things..I still feel those sad lines.
I continue this walk through. Finding all these emotions far easy to understand and put to words. Looking more and more to that time when I find my wanderlust home.
Until then, just another Saturday night.
With my favorite girl (my daughter), some music and some words.
