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I’ve gone soft. Allowed the insidiousness of media & drug culture to infiltrate my synapses. I know it feels like I can’t catch a break.. but what happened to me? I used to write. Has that part of me been buried along with my joy, comfort, and Motivation? I used to write about the future. I’d write about what I did and didn’t want it to be.
But now it is the future.. I’m there.. and I feel like a naked shrunken woman-baby.. expelled to the future-floor with a wet, putrid, thud. And I’m crying and nervous and confused & new. I’ve got to learn how to draw out my creativity. my inspiration..and teach myself all I need to know,which isn’t a far stretch from how I originally learnt it all.
But now it is the future.. I’m there.. and I feel like a naked shrunken woman-baby.. expelled to the future-floor with a wet, putrid, thud. And I’m crying and nervous and confused & new. I’ve got to learn how to draw out my creativity. my inspiration..and teach myself all I need to know,which isn’t a far stretch from how I originally learnt it all.