blues

The voice is sort of back. It sounds like years and years of cigarettes and whiskey. A voice to sing the Blues with if only I could sing. Seems like to right time for Blues as well. Maybe it is because I am ill. I hate feeling like this. Slows me down to a level that I am not aquainted with and cannot get used to. So much to do. There is always so much to do. Even my brain has slowed down. It all freaks me. Too much change of inner routines and affecting outer ones as well. Anyway I have enough energy to hold a paint brush so there is something I can do. Thank God!