Sometimes I feel very tied to a feeling that has no tangible clues as to why it is there. I think of slow, Asian instrumentals that point to an insightful sadness; sometimes shining a light inside that opens me up to light the way.
I have been thinking of writing my grandfather for the past couple of weeks. Not sure what I'd say. Not sure why I have this feeling.
"If I had the power I would reach into your mind and try to find the answer that your heart can never hide."
-Brownstone's "Game of Love"
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
