I’ve got Tom Petty on the brain. I’ve got my dad on the brain, too; it’ll be five years since he died in a couple weeks. I’ve been having weird anxiety dreams lately. I’m writing poems again, although not as much as I’d like to be. I’m a little worried about one of the cat’s health. I’ve had a little wine tonight. A little too much, maybe. Or not enough.
Needless to say, I’m feeling a little melancholy.
So this is kind of the perfect song for me right now. It’s all echoes, jumbled feelings of sadness and grief and happiness and peace and anger bouncing around in my head, back and forth, over and over. “It’s the same sad echo comin’ down. It’s the same sad echo all around in my ears. It’s the same as the same sad echo around here.” I don’t feel bad or depressed, really. Just kind of unsettled. Kind of lost, even though I’m not. Just one of those funks.