Writing – Good for the Soul

November 15, 2015

A grey Sunday morning. You can feel the change of the seasons. 

There’s so much noise around us, around me and I look for an escape, a way to let go of what’s not important and at the same time concentrate on what is. 

Writing helps. Writing is an outlet. I don’t share much of it. Most of it is tucked away in a black note book that I keep close to my guitars.

I’m going to share some of it here. Very basic. Amateurish and perhaps silly at times. But still a creative outlet… 

Friday Night (a work in progress)

It’s Friday night and I’m all alone / As the snow / It covers the city / Play back the memories / Find your face / Can’t help but say aren’t you pretty 

It’s been 3 months / Since you’ve been gone / Since you hid those tears from your eyes / As you walked away / You turned and you said / I just can’t wear this disguise 

It hurts like hell / And the pain is real / Even with the passage of time / I know you’re hurting / You want a change / Just wish you were mine