As I returned to my apartment at 9 am, a sharp beam of light laid itself across my floor from the window.
The sun was here.
Specks of golden dust floated in the air as if they were spreading the light just to brighten my day.
This is my favorite part.
I spent my entire weekend surrounded by music and love, not wanting a minute of it to end.
These are the moments I live for.
As the time moves on, I always end up falling into city pot holes of DO DO DO; leading me down paths I never really cared for.
Time’s like these can be confusing as I can’t tell the difference between my true passions and my Ego.
I usually wait it out, until I realize they won’t make me happy.
Is this the right way?
I get bored in cycles of repetition;
as if nothing is happening,
nothing is moving.
I think to myself,
I must change directions.
It’s as if you finally found the most comfortable bracelet,
but over time it eventually cuts off the blood circulation in your arm,
and you get so tired of that hurt feeling you just have to take it off.
That’s what it’s like for me.
Doing the same thing,
almost every day.
Just cycles—-and cycles.
At first, it’s comfortable; secure.
But after a while,
my lack of movement pains my soul to the point I’ll run out the door,
down the street,
and SCREAM at the top of my lungs!
This is what they wanted all along!
A mad genius, I’ve become.
Strapped down–head and feet;
Tell me what to do I swear I’ll scream!
I have art and power spilling out of my finger tips like electrical fires just waiting to spread.
I have no outlet.
Where can I find it?
Do you hear me out there, you?
I know you feel it too.