I’m feeling melancholy tonight.
I’m not usually in this mood, but sometimes it comes.
I’ve tried to fight it before, but it’s no use: if melancholy is on the menu, it’s what’s for dinner.
I embrace it now. It’s like a party you don’t want to go to, but if you get your head right … it’s actually quite enjoyable.
Thoughts about the past, could have beens, and what ifs float around like balloons in some parade … that I’m an invited guest at.
The soundtrack is always Tom Waits, Jackson Browne, or Bruce Springsteen’s “Nebraska”.
Memories aren’t always about not sticking your finger into the light socket again … sometimes they have a purpose that isn’t all too clear.
note: whatever has happened to Jackson Browne?
double note: “nobody rides for free” Jackson Browne
Today all the flowers seemed ugly at the store, so I bought vegetable plants instead … to plant this season. Possibly this is a new experiment.