
So today fell through faster than a missile on a cardboard roof. up late still haven't meditated yet. Ate anything and everything. Composed a single phrase. But I still composed. spent a lot of time just thinking no reading barely even able to brush my teeth. But as a good friend said today
"The path is always there" Triston Brooks
So much thinking about death and choice and mistakes and the way things get there, they get there. If then's and should have's If it could have just been different. Could it have? There is only going forward. As much as the mind likes to trick itself. Going to get a volume swell pedal tomorrow for that sweet and dreary touch, on my grandfathers slide guitar. He died piloting a plane that crashed on July 1st 1960 in the Idaho wilderness. My mom was six. He was the only one on board that died. If then's and could have's See you tomorrow lovelies.

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