bit-write

When you’re barefoot looking through a foggy window, snow falls from a warm twilight sky and water beads up on the ceiling while you look down on clouds of sand far beneath your toes.

That’s just one of the places I like to be when I listen to my own music.  When my mind is in an abstract place, it’s like i’m in a dream where the only thing i can do is feel the music.  I’m not thinking about my problems, just me and my music.

There are so many ways this piece can be better, but there is a point for me where it’s just too much hard work, and well, that’s just not as fun.  That point is always moving further away from where it began though.