i'm just gonna write. (rubbish)
restless. my body wants to sleep but my mind wants to move. to move, to move, to move. nonstop. the world that i'm in right now, right here, right at this moment doesn't want to give me a moment to breathe. its good and bad but even bad in a good way. there's something about nothing that makes me think that anything can happen and if i'm not moving then i'm missing something....but its probably nothing.
a beat, a rhythm, a tempo. pace. slow to fast and fast to slow.
mind feels mushy. like i'm thinking at an accelerated level but there's so much info crammed into my brain these days that it feels like what mashed potatoes look like. and in an interesting metaphoric parallel - both are just as good.
write. paint. think. and give me time. time is not on my side but managing it is how it becomes my bitch. if i keep going at this speed, the past will never be of recent but of eons ago.
restless. my body wants to sleep but my mind wants to move. to move, to move, to move. nonstop. the world that i'm in right now, right here, right at this moment doesn't want to give me a moment to breathe. its good and bad but even bad in a good way. there's something about nothing that makes me think that anything can happen and if i'm not moving then i'm missing something....but its probably nothing.
a beat, a rhythm, a tempo. pace. slow to fast and fast to slow.
mind feels mushy. like i'm thinking at an accelerated level but there's so much info crammed into my brain these days that it feels like what mashed potatoes look like. and in an interesting metaphoric parallel - both are just as good.
write. paint. think. and give me time. time is not on my side but managing it is how it becomes my bitch. if i keep going at this speed, the past will never be of recent but of eons ago.