I think it’s about music and a girl.
Sitting here, thinking about it.
Always thinking about it.
Has it not been so long that I could focus my thoughts somewhere else? I am still so dependent on this idea — the past — and it’s a cloud of darkness hanging over my head.
The dog barks. I snap out of it.
The music feels so good, but I can’t create something that beautiful.
Will I?
Ever?
I get so sidetracked, all the time, and it never turns out as it should.
Her.
Always back to this.
All-consuming black cloud, why do you continue to rain on me? I’m getting waterlogged.
This goddamn memory!
Gripping at me and wishing for something like it.
Something I cannot seem to find.
I begin to write a song that isn’t very good, because it’s not happy. This is not happy.
One day soon.