We Could Disappear and Never be Found
I’ve just finished playing a gig with Nick, and even though I’m jobless now, it’s sort of still nice to be needed. Or wanted. Honestly, I haven’t been doing much, even though I ought to make better use of the extra time that has presented itself to me. Whether its getting back into shape, dedicating more energy toward music or even just writing more, is probably more productive than just escaping from this world.
I’m probably a coward that runs to familiar things at the first sign of something different. I used to wonder if I was clinically bipolar, having moments of maniacal creativity, and then slump into the trenches of apathy the next. However, after I typed the words, “I’m a coward,” everything seemed to make sense all of a sudden. Running toward the familiar and comforts when life doesn’t go the way I planned. Somehow, just having something to blame makes it better. Whether its a chronic, clinical issue, or simply a bad attitude, it helps plant your feet to the ground, and you’re able to take your bearings again. Prepare for the next skirmish and a reminder to oneself that it’s only been the battle and not the war. It’s been raining shells since I looked out, but you can’t win if all you do is bunker in.Posted via email from litford’s Automatic For The People | Comment »
