lullaby

I'm not crazy

I just lost my will

for a little while

Tonight I was driving back to Los Angeles, for the very last time, hopefully, and I suddenly remembered what it felt like to want to be fearless. Now I think there is no such thing, maybe there's always fear in being courageous.

There was a miserable summer in MA, but there was a teacher who taught us to live 'in the mud' and I tried that for years. I don't know that I ever quite lived up to it, but I wanted to. I tried. Maybe I'll try again.