Any good blues hound knows it. Some song, some chord, some words strung together that just, touch you, in a special way. Nothing you can explain, nothing you would tell another person, no matter how drunk, how stoned, how fucked up you ever got. That special thing you hear in your own head, just won’t, can’t, should never be, shared.
an uncertain mirror
holds an uncertain face
Most likely will never be ‘published’!