Ransom Jones

Ever talk to yourself? Or talk to someone who’s no longer here? Every now & then I find myself doing that. There’s this transference of energy that never disappears. The feelings we get from people, the love we experience while we are with them. Maybe it lasts forever somewhere in a certain time. Like a time capsule. I’m fascinated with that thought, that feeling. The idea of being homesick for a place that doesn’t exist any more or never existed. I’ve been homesick my whole life. Not that I’ve been without a home, more so homesick for that place. And maybe we’ve seen that place in a dream. Or we get that feeling when we are with certain people. And maybe that’s all we can hope for.

Messing around with this one here - Nobody Loves You When You’re Down and Out by John Lennon

Here’s something in the works. Excited to see where this one goes. —— Something about leaving, makes me want to stay, something about loving makes me want to say. I’m learning to let go, say goodbye to yesterday. Still holding onto each and every day.