fear and loathing

so with the arrival of ru's electric back at his home, everything is in full swing back at the "lounge." and what sweet sweet music we all make. sitting around in a smoke filled circle, letting the wave of sound wash over us. it breaks and bends and calms the soul. the recreation helps, but the music kills and send your soul shooting for the stars. sweet toxic melodies in a muggy summer night. the twilight sinks in and we are all just "boats on the ocean" as you and the song like to say. and i feel safe around this group of friends. the music lovers, the music makers. some unexpected lullaby to a very weary soul. striking the strings and letting it go.

it's a stark contrast to the blur of my homelife. mounting tension and growing discomfort and restraint all built on top of the shaky foundation of swirling nights all blurred together and confused. it's a lot like the razor blades in my bathroom drawer, bitingly sharp and dangerous to touch.

and we're longing for that wave of music, crashing over our heads, and making the sounds of the world just right.