Kept Inside

With a playlist I have on my phone, I play a few melancholy tunes while I peck away at the keys. I wished I’d learned to type while I was in high school instead of just goofing around. But such as it is, with hindsight being 20/20 and all. The melancholy tunes play like sacred hymns, just enough not to drag me down too far. Half listening to the tunes, outside the window I can hear the distant sounds of kids playing on the playground. Making the whole scene feel quite peaceful, in the late afternoon sun.
 
Supper’s simmering on the stove, a deadly combination of carrots, potatoes, and other scrounged up vegetables. But without any noodles or rice to add to it, it’s going to be a long rest of the month. Just now a Kris Kristofferson track, Sunday Mornin’ Coming Down starts to play. Reminding me I’m not the only person that’s felt this way, bringing a smile to my face.
 
Then The Pilgrim, Chapter 33, begins to play, while my wife brings me my glass of lemon sweet tea, all the while rolling her eyes at my song choice. But ain’t that the way it goes, now with Kristofferson’s Why Me lord, playing to complete the mood. But what else can you do? You either let the music take you up to heaven or straight down to hell. The choice is yours. I know this comes off sounding like some bad sermon or a dramatic scene from an ancient play. But that’s just me, spitting out the thoughts, I kept inside for so long.   
 
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