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Published: 2010-05-14 18:15:30 +0000 UTC; Views: 187; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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A bottle of beer is quiet company, light streaming in through the window and coming rain on the breeze. "What now?" Don't know. Never know. So many questions and so few answers. Tom Waits Jem The Nationals nothing seems to fit. The music is too full, the silence too empty. Lost in the moment. Lost in the self. No maps for this no GPS. Grounded in logic for something illogical. Restless. Needed to write, words weren't coming. Gone stir crazy in thought. Trapped.Forced it, stream of consciousness and action and everything in between. Thoughts spilling out onto bright white screen. Venting the pressure, buying time. Writing is a drug. Free, comes with a price. Writing incites thinking thinking incites writing. No writing, thoughts pile up.
Take a deep breath, a sip of beer, a moment to feel the pressure dissolve. No more stress, no longer feeling trapped.
Free.
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Comments: 2
nighttimebeautiful [2010-06-11 02:33:20 +0000 UTC]
the release is so beautiful, free, in every aspect.
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fiction-freak [2010-05-15 03:18:20 +0000 UTC]
This made complete sense to me, there have been times when I've wanted to force myself like this but I could never do it.
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