Norris_Journal_3

Blues The blues originated from the Deep South, it is a style of poetry and music. Both styles are easy to distinguish; poetry is deep in rhyme and thought. Whereas music is tone, beat, and telling a story at least that’s what I gathered. My fears give me the blues big time. A lot of people hear the word ‘fear’ and think of spiders, snakes, or Willy Wonka. For me fear is disappointing people, failing, dying, and losing the people I love most. Disappointing a person that counts on me gives me the worst feeling in the world. Failing or reaching the point where I can’t improve myself or others, sends me into the state of mind of emptiness. I go blank, almost as if feeling like time has froze and people are moving all around, and yet I am standing still. Losing people around you to drama or death is never fun. Losing a person makes you feel every emotion at the same time. Not knowing how to feel or what to think, and even what to do. It gets to a point where you just wish everything was back to the way it used to be.