I'm back. For a while maybe? I don't know. A lot has happened. Life changing type of stuff. Career, love, family ... all of it. Lots has happened. So much that I can't even bring myself to articulate the whole *ordeal right now.
Perhaps I'll leave that book length of a post for another day.
For right now, lets just say what the subject suggests. The music has left me. My guitar lays in my room gathering dust - every once in a while, I pick it up and sing to myself songs that I jam all the time: U2's "Running To Stand Still", Hootie's "Let her Cry", Sheryl Crow's "Strong Enough", Live's "Dolphin's Cry", Muse's "Time Is Running Out" and sometimes I try to play some of my old songs. But it feels contrived. Like I'm trying to push for something that's not there anymore.
Has the music left me? The strength and satisfaction I used to derive from putting pen to paper and belting tunes (covers or my own) just doesn't seem to be there anymore.
And that's a sad thing.
