Guitar paractice is going well, suprised how my focus is returning, albeit slowly.
On a totally unrelated thought topic although it kinda is related when i think more in depth about it, i have this weekend felt very much like the couple in Beetlejuice - in particular the scene where he opens his front door and the world has changed around him. Im not expecting a giant sandworm to come crashing up through the road but then stranger things have happened at sea - so they say!
I have now learnt the guitar playing basics, which consist of
The Major Scale,
Whole and Half measures,
I am now aching lol
Time to vent.
People are crud!
Invite you to a festival and then tell you at the last minute that your tickets been given away!!!
Crud Crud Crud!
Forever changing spaces, im not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing but something i am having to get used to. I havent written anything down for some time now due to this reason, i guess i find it hard to express how i feel about things so unclear and uncertain.
Moving through passages of time, by thought, words or actions never arriving at the places you expect to at the right time, too soon or too late, but still carrying the past present and future. A constant battle with self, situations and altered memories fluxing through my system, trying to focus the right channels for the right spaces, whilst forging new ones. From simple to intensley difficult situations, with an underpinning instinct of survival, for what? is now the question i ask or more to the point where?
I guesse it now falls to taste, or the essence of taste within the energies forging these paths, what do i hunger for? or even when do i hunger for.
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