my heroes have always been cowboys July 19, 2008

why do the ones who feel the most detached from their personal destiny, the ones who feel they have the least control of their own lives, always compensate by relentlessly demanding control of someone else’s?

is the delicate balance between striving for something greater than themselves, and completely surrendering to the forces far too daunting? are we a nation of sociopaths? is it perhaps an epidemic?

i’m beginning to understand the iron skin of the great wanderers and why they wear their gun outside their pants. there is no proper explanation to satisfy the content. there is only the time between a skipped heartbeat. there is only love.

i just watched my guitar disappear down the street in the back of a pick-up. it may have been a bold move for my empty morning stomach, but i know that music cannot be possessed, it can only be shared. i think i might sell my shoes by the end of the day.