Inspiration is not a Morse Code. One can, of course, find rhythm and beat in monotonous sequence of dots and dashes mixed with the short or long pauses….- -. -.. .. – .—-. … -.– — ..- .- .-. . whatever a moon has always meant and whatever the sun will always sing .. … […]
My moods don’t swing, they float around in a relaxed fashion, like a viscous glycerin. And I’m in and out of the moods fluidly smooth, like a…blues? Well, at least this is how it feels lately. I’m neither stressed, nor excited, nicely encapsulated in the current moment as if in a bubble…puffff…I found that when
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Today for no particular reason I’ve been thinking about plans. Plans are not me. Not anymore. I found myself resisting any attempts to pin my time down with an arrangement. Not that I don’t do such at all. But only those that are absolutely necessary. Say, friends coming from a far away distance – yes,
