Morning rushed in on me today. Waking at 7a.m. on my day off isn't my usual deal. But, the coffee is good and the sun is shining through my favorite window. It's very peaceful, unlike my state the last few weeks.
I've been restless as hell. My mind is on fire with thoughts and ideas, I've been burning holes through paper, draining pens of their ink. It's an interesting place to say the least. I think I'm in the process of writing a book, by hand. Now, I don't want to officially declare I have the intention of doing so, I'm just letting it flow. I'm going to see where it takes me. I've been stuck in a situation I'm unhappy with, my job, and if I'm not actively doing something to get me free then I've given up. Hope, another one of those words I shy away from, is all I've got at this point, even if only a sliver. So as my mind reels I jot down the highlights of my vision, synching heart and poetry into a symphony on paper. My chest leaps from the beating underneath just thinking about it, and I try my damndest to paint this picture for you. All I want to do is write, and walk, but writing seems more paramount at this moment. I've got things to share with the world whether they want it or not, and getting myself out there is heavy on my mind in a light way, if you can feel that.
That's just what's on my mind at the moment.