I started this post intent on writing about Depression’s insidious manner of taking hold an unfortunate soul. The post was gonna be about me and my own long-standing relationship with that dark force that shrouds us into thinking we need a chemical escape from its clutches. When I was lost in Depression’s Black, my only hope, at one point, was that I could find some pill or drink or smoke that would would pierce Depression’s Veil.
Instead, i found Coltrane and I do know now with all that I am that life should be a Coltrane song:
life should be a Coltrane song…
cooin’
and
soothin’
and
slidin’
and
glidin’
comunin’ with all that’s good…
…but
life can be a ragin’ storm
stewin’
and
brewin’
and
lyin’
and
cryin’
wishin’ it would all just end…
…still
life is just a graceful note
rootin’
and
gluin’
and
twinin’
and
tyin’
everythin’ all into one
