Soppy Boomer Alert!

I have been in a really bad head space for a while, feeling like life is pointless and all the ideas about spirituality to anything beyond the physical here and now is just nonsense.

Last night I was in some quiet time on my front lawn and I started to talk to my son, who has been gone about 9 years. I asked him where he was, if he still exists in the universe and if so to give me a sign.

I said that if he didn’t give me some sort of validation, I will know for sure there is nothing beyond this existence.

If you knew my son, you would know he would break the rules about communicating with the living to give me some comfort. I did say e’d probably yell at me and tell me to quit smoking weed.

As I expected, I got nothing.

I came back into my studio, feeling a bit sad but validated in my doubts.

I decided to work on some music and I grabbed my lyric notebook.

I noticed the pages were all blank. I panicked for just a second wondering what happened to all my lyrics. Then I noticed two pages tucked into an inside cover sleeve. The pages were my son’s. It was his notebook, that I didn’t even know existed, muchless were in my possession. I have no idea how the notebook got in the place where my lyric notebook is kept.

The pages were written while he was in rehab. One was a letter to his addiction. The other was a letter to me, in which he told me to stop smoking weed.

I was and remain in a very confused and somewhat hopeful state of mind. Watch the video and leave a comment.

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