Archive for March, 2013


All nighters

The last time I was pulling all nighters I was in such a bad space. I feel myself drifting back into that somnolent space of limbo where I’m not sure if I should be sleeping or awake.  I wouldn’t have it any other way. God, have I tried. I resent the night shift. I want a normal job like normal people. But I don’t fit that mold no matter how many corners I try to bend to reshape my form. Why can’t I just embrace this? And creativity flows. When I am stretched. So I press on.

Free

There is no better space than that in which all parts are fed and free.