I’m addicted.. I’ve been .. Addicted. Since I first new about it. I over heard somebody talking about the greatest high in the world. About how they got pretty close to something like heaven. I was in shock. I wanted to know more. He spoke about being happy where its OK if your happy alone. It helped him wake up in the morning. And go to sleep at night. And only he had that high. Grabbed his guitar from its case and started playing. It was as if he had used something to cut off the circulation on his arm. Boiled a bit of tar. And dug the needle into his vein. He slouched a bit. As if he lacked energy .. But I could tell. At least I knew what was going on. Because I too am the same. I thought about this one night after a show. I wanted to throw up. Scream. Smile and cry. It felt so good. Even tho the crowd was dull that night .. I felt good. Because I’m addicted to speaking from my soul instead of my mind. Because I can feel gods paint brush when I write a song. Because no one unless your like I am. Understands. I’m addicted to being on stage.. And telling you how I feel. Maybe it feels good because I’m the loudest in the room at the time. Or maybe it just feels good to tell someone that I’m not OK. And as long as I’m here with y’all, getting live. Its OK that I’m not .. Ok. I just want to teach y’all to love again. No drugs. Needles.. (Except weed) needed for my addiction. Just a few mics.. Cables and speakers. And a bit of soul. Love I all I need.
Pic from @soupsamurai