1) Steering clear of old boy friends/girlfriends who sabotage. Even if you saw him/her yesterday and he/she was looking really good. Don’t confuse LSA with T and A, it’s not the same thing.
I work to the sound of clocks ticking, the metronome of life beating against my years.
If I could stop the clock I would not go back in time to change the days or forward to chart my way. I would just breathe. It’s like holding breath underwater the depth of these dreams.
I have forgotten my own heartbeat. I’ve been running on existential pressures never catching up with my own measure of time.
I promised myself that I would not become a starving artist.
And here I am.
Starving for time to stop the clock and work only by the click of my own heart. To dream. To create. To breathe.
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