'I see the stars come out of the sky – Yeah, the bright and hollow sky…"

“…You know it looks so good tonight…” – lyrics from Iggy Pop [the passenger]

I’m tired. My hands are quivering.

I’ve been missing the easy flow of words into poetry, a skill that I used to have like a mother tongue, an instinctive language. Right now I think I might be just too tired to spin a poem from these twitchy fingers… but soon, soon it will have to come.

Why are so many songs either about sadness, or about love/lust? What about unadulterated joy, or an amazing success?

Spent some time yesterday afternoon drawing, something I’ve been doing a little of lately, more than I have in years and years. My perspective’s all off, but that’s okay. I can still draw most anything with the basic body configuration of a horse, without looking at a photo for reference. That makes me happy. I drew my soy mocha, some horses, a dragon – nothing ground breaking for the art world, but I didn’t draw it for them, I drew it for me. In XianeLand, they’re masterpieces.

Sleep’s in order now, but I’m hopeful that the beautiful words will come to me then and spill across the screen later, for me to share with you.

I write, as openly as possible, about my experiences with life, love, creativity, depression and not-depression. I share opinions. I promote compassion and change. I talk about music. I also write poetry and short stories. I like to share them here.

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