matamoras

So you picked up your guitar tonight and this time I didn't sit in a different room. I watched you and listened to you again. And no, it's not the same. You're better and somewhere in all these years, I hadn't noticed. And you told me about music and I was laughing so hard I fell off of the bed. There is so much I never notice that you know because you do not let me in or maybe I don't let myself in. So you tell me about all these different chords and things about the Beatles and two songs from Remy Zero and I find myself lost again in the abundance of what you are again. You make fun of Chris Martin in an english accent so dead on I'm in tears.

Things will be different tomorrow I'm sure but right now, you're making me laugh again and you're grand-standing.

Your take on celebrity is brilliant. It's obvious you've bounced back. Your confidence is back, but I didn't give it to you.