I have been cleaning out some old stories that i never finished or don't seem to be my words. When you are unwell it kills the time, and JIm would kill me if i hoovered today. Anyhoo, to make the house less quiet,I am playing Jim's Jose Feliciano tape. Every song is so different and some have no words at all, just his classical guitarist self coming out.
I think he was a little ahead of his time, and any new recordings he might make now would almost certainly "go viral" as the kids say.

Dying of boredom

There is a dark black hole out there somewhere and as often as I step in it, you would think instinct alone would tell me to run. I sense it may be near, and yet i need to dance over, around challenge it and go  through it to prove i am not scared.
I am so scared of the hole I could spit.The dry-mouthed totally frozen kind of reaction that nearly stops my heart. He is not going to change, and I am not going to change, and i stand as tall as I can and jump.