These words I'm trying' to say now.
All I'm askin'
Just give love
A chance.
Goddammit I just wanna hear Charles Bradley. You know what I mean? It's one of those days, and jus the thought of it has a lump in my throat from I don't know what.
Repressed feelings.
Nostalgia.
It's a looking back kind of day.
And the fear is in the air. The chill. The swearing.
Stop trying to write about yourself. Just write something. Something in the now. Something that feels like Charles Bradley.
