Blues

I woke up this morning wrapped in blues and felt like making a bundle of the day and flinging it away. When impatience flirts with laziness, it feels like lying tucked under the covers staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep, like willing your hair to grow faster, like reading lyrics without music, like an overwhelmingly cluttered life, dull, futile, annoying... like a list of meaningless adjectives. Nothing to do, with "nothing" weighing heavily on the shoulders. On days like these, I hate the sight of the written word and the sound of ring tones. Its sarcasm, about things big and small, sarcasm about self help. Its addiction to the gentle contour of the pillow and warmth of my corner of the bed, gently pervading the skin. Books. Skip. Food. Skip. Sleep. Skip. Sometimes, just when you thought it was not possible, country music and folk rock saves the day. Mandolins, violins, acoustic guitars, ukeleles, red neck voices, everyday stories, assertions.
I love this crazy, tragic,

Sometimes almost magic,

Awful, beautful life.