Got the Blues...
Blue in Green... Thats a Miles Davis song that I am listening to right now, and it just stepped on a soft spot in my heart and boy did it hurt.
You know how its like in a party where everyone is really pleasant to talk to and everyone is happy, until somebody forks out a message that has never come up and then suddenly its right up your grill and the happy mood is gone. Then everyone makes way for the door wanting to get away, wanting to find out what they absolutely feel of the recent happening.
Or imagine yourself ascending from a deep free dive, the fear of drowning, the immense preassure holding you down and you fight it and swim upwards for air. Your head about to explode, and you hussle, upwards into the light, and there was light, and then shallow water black out. And perhaps you find yourself in another place, far beyond the weave of time.
Like getting all the inspiration to play the blues with savage conviction and intensity and yet losing the inspiration for anything else. Not a moment to rest I guess, even for pity's sake. Never had the chance to catch my breath until somebody would _eventually_ (maybe) take it away.