I have neglected this question too long.
I have a tendency to think in song.
The process was a slow bake cake
worth the wait and easy to take.
My publisher found me, sort of.
We shared a write space and showed love.
The creation curation lasted four seasons.
I wrote it, others read it, it was delayed for a few reasons.
None of it was in detriment.
I would do it again with great sentiment,
like a hug you do not want to end,
a lover you have no regret to send.
* * *
Johnny Murdoc fuckin’ rocks!
I’m not saying this made me tear up, but… yeah. Kind of made my morning.