Smelling the aged wood as I arrive
a stranger in this empty building
always the first to arrive
always the last to leave…
seems that that is always when the good memories are created
when the life worth reminiscing about happens;
the stimulation of senses that very few ever get to experience
the still anticipation of life
the birth of death;
the subliminal moments before the doors open and
after the gig is over
That is as close to god as I could get
and that is enough purpose for me.
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(written with pen on paper)
…a picture is painted…