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Spent the last few hours listening to some of the best music of 2020, itching to meet that spark halfway in a compromise that gives for both sides.
I have not been in a block lately, but I also have not been expounding upon ideas or thoughts, the truest display of my process to the forefront, and now that awareness is present and cemented. But this "moment" must not be a hindrance, but a moment of introspection.
Something (and nothing) are ever present in my mind, notably at hours such as this, the humming of air and the light jog of mind circling being.
I do not know what is to be said, but I do know it has already happened.
I do not know what is to be said, but I do know it has already happened.
For the sake of poking the proverbial bear, these are the notes I have saved:
Over(whelmed) Empty
Anna at Starbucks
"I& #39;ve tried to overcome this fear, but you make it so hard to say I love you"
Sonya
Kathy and Dan& #39;s daughter
"You talk a heavy game"
Over(whelmed) Empty
Anna at Starbucks
"I& #39;ve tried to overcome this fear, but you make it so hard to say I love you"
Sonya
Kathy and Dan& #39;s daughter
"You talk a heavy game"
I feel as if there is a pin in my brain that becomes unhinged at hours like this, allowing this creative fluidity to express itself in whatever capacity.
This thread is merely a releasing of tension that is also not at all present.
This thread is merely a releasing of tension that is also not at all present.
My creative tendencies have always arisen at night for as long as I have been writing. I guess some things never change.
