"Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Here it goes."

Waking up from a dream and looking at the clock to see that the late night had turned into early morning happens so many times. Helping hazy thoughts surface. Those that linger between sleep and awareness of being awake. I have effortlessly tossed things around that I know are the things that are always on my mind. Subtle thoughts that sometimes become prayers or something to laugh about. That is the way my mind works.


It's funny that it's always people that have intrigued me and over the years I have met some interesting people. Interesting people that have helped to make me interesting, if in fact I am. I know why that is to. With roots in a small town I have never met a stranger and in many ways I think I was trained to be that way. Later on in a college sociology class I learned that that I was not trained or taught but socialized. Words.

From my roots in Western Kentucky to Austin, Texas and all the places in between. The little pieces of life that I have left out there. All the times well spent, the laughs well laughed, all those people and all the words that I could use to describe them. Who thinks of things like this?

I was talking with someone a few nights ago who said something that really resonated with me. Something to the effect of: "If you don't have good friends what really matters?" And here I am being so damn considerate that I think to myself…"what about family?" But they are already there, from the very beginning and for life. Essentially we become so interconnected that even if we wanted to break ties it would be so difficult that we would probably just give in and stop. But friends on the other hand don't have all these ties going back to our birth. Those distant handshakes and introductions can be forgotten if need be. That particular thought make me even more happy that he said that. It almost validates my thoughts about life and things happening because they are supposed to at certain times and in certain places. And although this may not make a lot of sense…it does to me.

I guess some morning in the haze of another night's sleep I might think of my family and how they socialized me to want to meet people and know people. I mean really know them. People that would later become good friends of mine. Lifelong friends that sort of understand who I am and why I am the way I am. A cycle that we can be describe so simply but is so difficult. Life. Who could do it without friends?

Maybe I should write a song about it.