Complications
I was getting too caught up in everything. Memory lapses, dreaming during the day, fighting to stay awake. I was trying to hang onto every memory, every positive experience I've had or will have. Something was wrong, terribly wrong, but I kept looking at all the photos I had hung up or were in photo albums. If I had to go into a dark place or a place where I would be hurt those memories would carry me through each day of pain. So far for this year I haven't got much done, I tried finishing off a guitar build back in California but ended up splitting the soundboard rendering it useless. I repurposed it into an art piece painting the top and sides into a collage of different colors. It gave me something to do. I came back to New York unhappily nothing seemed different. I really wanted something else out here. The guitar I built out here in New York wasn't quite a perfect build either. The neck needed to be reset, restringed, the nut glued down again. I was tired...