And in This
Grinding heavy sounds rip through the peace we had endured for so long... dust removed from the eyelids and ears given a fresh lick of paint for the new season...near misses and close encounters, this has got to be done or else the boat will surely be gone.
Get you fucking head out of your arse you ignorant excuse for a man..
....and then there was a release and an understanding... one forgets the happiness you can achieve near an open window on a beautiful day listening to Marvin Gaye whip lyrics of beauty and love round flowing rhythms and pulsing beats.. nothing can ever replace these days.
Muscles hurt.. all of them inside and out, missing the usual knowing i wont have to for long.
And the practice will make it perfect.