What is it about sad songs that burn so good?
I've been working on this sad little country ditty on and off for a few months. Words sometimes swim around in my brain for a long time. Then, one day, I pull out a net and work on catching them, one by one.
It still needs work. But I'd much rather share this imperfect version of myself with you than nothing at all. Cheers to your most imperfect self, where all the strange words and ideas swim around, waiting to be hooked!