Hi-ho and hello.
I’ve taken to a gander of the simple things and reflect on change. We can call it a redefining self image in retrospect. Never, it even smells like guacamole. Perhaps a remolding, a reimagining of the shit I think matters which is everything and nothing like my music that sparks from Iceland, to Italy, around the world back here at home. Who knows? Call it chasing patience, call it a nature of habit, this is how I want it.
I’ve been thinking of the chaos and monotone that is life, the chaos that is the news as of late and the disruptions to normalcy that we’ve become so accustomed to. But… What holds to the breath? Who? Is there a sideshow casting a bigger shadow than what’s before us? I, like a fool, hold to hope and keep my eyes to the stars for s glimmer of something shining. Hopefully, it won’t be a bullet for my mind. Maybe just a pistol for the paper at my fingers… Maybe. Just maybe.
C’est La Vie
Nosce Te Ipsum
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