May 13, 2016
Up in Smoke
As I look around the museum, I observe a history I never knew, but somehow care about. Men I've never met, but think I share something in common with. A certain passion. The vibrations that tug on our heartstrings. Music is lifeblood that flowed, even as you pass on. Like Prince and Jimi, we all just wanted to be part of life, but in a bigger way. To create peace and love even though we might be crazy, we are united in it. I continue walking on, a daze comes over me as if their chemical energy affected me as it did in their systematic substance showcases. Not able to describe exactly how I was feeling, other than some sort of confusing acceptance, I inhaled deeply, letting the melancholy knowledge wash over me.
