Another Kind of Sadness

I tried to write something tonight...but every word and sentence said it wrong. To convey something deeply personal but hopefully equally universal...and for my troubles I got just so much drivel. I sat down to try and understand, only to find myself chasing a figment of the memory of a dream.

So now I've given up, and have moved on to take five of this post instead. Struggling for the words to tell the story of how I struggled for all the right words.

Some days I'm the worst writer I know. Most nights I manage to not lose much sleep over it, either way.

I remember hearing that it's oxygen that makes our blood turn red...that's why it looks blue beneath our skin. Stupid oxygen, changing everything that comes out of me.

Comments

[Autumn]

I hope you get/work out whatever you need to.

[Curt]

For me there's often "truth in the smoke," it just doesn't always make it down on paper with some strumming behind it. Then it's gone. Forever.