Another dream about Catrina. Happens every few months or so. I reckon Ill be haunted for the rest of my days...way it goes, I guess. I really did love her and what she gave in return was strong enough to make my subconscious believe shes still within reach. The girl of my dreams loved me back. Thats more than most people get, I suppose. Forward now; time to focus on sharing my version of the great work and making enough silver pieces to prevent starvation. Its only the blues, written in new words.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 04:48:13 +0000