mojo pin

i have been listening to jeff buckley all day and have come to the conclusion that there are few other people that exist or have existed that come even close to measuring up to his ridiculous talent.

there's this strange mood that settles upon me from time to time, and while it was happening today i had it described in my head perfectly, but for some reason i can't recall it. it had something to do with feeling sad, but moreso bereft than down. just sort of melancholic and reflective.

it may come back to that eternal search for sunshine that always leaves you dark and standing in the rain, knowing that just beyond those hills and above that cloud lies beautiful sunlight.