More Recent Notes Taken From My Note Book Thats Always Somewhere Close To Me In One Of My Pockets

I like paintings that are loose and out of focus
and leave me room for personal reflection and interpretation.
I think they are much more real.
Especially the simple ones.

I want my next songs,
whenever I decide to start writing again,
to be the same way.

The sight of something that makes you stop dead in your tracks.
Haven’t seen yet what it is I have yet to do
and I haven’t yet heard way out in front of me what I want it to sound like,
so now is not the time to start.
When it’s time, they make themselves known.
Always do.

Seasons way out front.
Someone in the cross walk, way ahead on a street i might not even drive up.
To soon to tell.

To dark to see.
Too loud to hear.
I’ve taken too much of everything.