Where is the Black Rain

Once you fully realize that life has passed you by. It's easier to accept.
So what does one do.
I suppose it could be easily turned into anger and rage.
However one can actually just make the best of it. Continue with chronic pain and chronic anxiety. Realizing that the dream is over.
Keep making art. Music. The music has already taken a turn for the darkness that is loneliness.

Future Past Present

Spending the beginning of your life waiting. Looking forward
Spending the end of your life looking back and longing.
Never present in the present

Preparing her for another

I taught her to love again.
What it's like to share one heart
To join as one
Only to have her love another.

Just sad that things just never work out right.

As a continue my journey descending into the depths of sadness, I find myself overcome with feelings of indecision. Not doing the things I want to, but rather doing what is the minimum to survive. All zest and passion is squelched, my emotions are haunted by all the past loss. I cannot even discern one from the other. They all have become one coagulated object of loss and sadness. All it would take would be a kind word from someone who loves me. But it never comes.

Wow looks like I got my hopes up again. Oops.

100mph in the California tule fog.

One big disappointment after another

Whenever I play a guitar gig at a new venue I get majorly nervous. Once I play I settle down. Tonight is no exception. The most nervous I've ever been