Kyzer Sosa
1070 posts
Jun 17, 2012
1:23 AM
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Thought about telling a story. Realized I'd have to write a book about it. Aint gonna do that here. I picked up the harmonica because of the shit I found myself being dragged through and it felt good to play along with Adam. It gave me purpose in an otherwise fucked up world. You could call me glutton for punishment.
I worked hard with these 10 holes, because I knew that the effort I put into it could never be taken away from me. I needed something to call certain. Stable, and have consistency in an otherwise wreckless world. I could play just as I speak or walk. I lost a significant piece of a heart that never fully mended. I lost it. It's just gone. I wear my heart on my sleeve and Im useless to have it any other way. And it got ripped out again.
Tonight I play the blues as I always have, and the slow lonesome sound soothes me once again. Whatever pieces are left, i will keep wearing on my sleeve, I dont know any other way.
I miss you Shelly, almost three years with you. I wish it could have gone any other way.
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"Music in the soul can be heard by the universe." - Lao Tzu
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