Certain mad nights I reach down and remember the matrix of things that make me who I am now. Things bubble up to the surface and surprise me, tears well, meanings rise, tides flow over and I’m me again. I can’t imagine how this song might bring you there with me, but if you can…
If, understandably, that still doesn’t get you there, try this:
and failing that, cup of coffee, close your eyes..:
(yes, I was inebriated when I wrote that, and yes, I did edit it a touch to make it a little less, well, drunk)
Ha! Blogging under the influence, eh? Let’s just see if you can type the alphabet while standing on one foot, young lady.
lol, I could barely stand straight last night on two legs Jim! I’m frankly amazed I managed to post anything at all. Shame on me. Well, I’ve got my punishment, I am sooo not human today…uck..
I know what you mean–there are mornings I am terrified of what I blogged the night before after some healthful drinks.
Gary, if I get to the point of writing something stupid, I normally can’t operate a keyboard. Keeps me safe.