so so slack
the sad part is that its not just cause i have been slack that its been so long between proper posts. i genuinely have very little to say at the moment. those that know me will attest to this being strange.
or its not that i have nothing to say its just that i have nothing dramatic to report from my life.
i have fallen into this space of happiness and contentment that seems to have dried up all creative juices.
what is it about pain that makes creativity so abundant? what is it about that deep unrelenting sorrow that makes us feel like we must create?
its such a strange thing that the bliss i have found in myself and in my life at the moment leaves me feeling so creatively uninspired.
i think i will always have a little bit of sad somewhere deeper than i will ever be able to reach it but for the most part i am filled with joy. for the most part i couldnt be happier.
so i guess this is an ode to love and peace of mind, however unpoetic it might be.
or its not that i have nothing to say its just that i have nothing dramatic to report from my life.
i have fallen into this space of happiness and contentment that seems to have dried up all creative juices.
what is it about pain that makes creativity so abundant? what is it about that deep unrelenting sorrow that makes us feel like we must create?
its such a strange thing that the bliss i have found in myself and in my life at the moment leaves me feeling so creatively uninspired.
i think i will always have a little bit of sad somewhere deeper than i will ever be able to reach it but for the most part i am filled with joy. for the most part i couldnt be happier.
so i guess this is an ode to love and peace of mind, however unpoetic it might be.