a rare day of untangled threads, a calm felt sense, time lingers a little longer, allowing me clarity, the eternal chatter restrained, but not my pen, scratching paper freely, grateful for the oil, that lubricates my brain.
I’ve been producing music for the last 5 years with the intention of it being a mindful practise, and hopefully healing. In a way it was successful, I was able to use it as part of my rehab for an apparent TBI(a long story), but ultimately it became so stressful for so many ego driven reasons that I’ve had to stop, at least for now, while I barter with my ego to just stop being so damn hypercritical!
So I decided to try something new, cut my energy expenditure, and relieve my battered soul. Something much more manageable (and less ego driven). Poetry. And even then, I still needed my old pal Vyvanse to help out.
