inspiration comes from many sources |
lamppost. sewage drain. cat calls. last nights dinner. creativity flows like blood only stopping when you're gone (to inspire or be inspired) facebook.com/daikoneklectik spaceradish.twitter.com |
i like the rush of wanting to divulge everything and at the same time wanting to regret it like a big secret. my head kept calculating thoughts on weather to post all this as i wrote, redacting and retracting thoughts and feelings as i write them. it’s like i feel pressure from my inner self to remain anonymous in my own imprint but i like being open because it’s freeing… and being myself is all that’s comfort. no regrets. i must live by those words. feelings overwhelm when i’m not at the helm of my own mind. i must spill when it wills me to… in whatever words rush and in whatever media or person so i can feel good about being perfectly human… broken, bruised and totally willing to keep living despite hours and context taping boundaries upon me. i am awesome. i am unique. i’m totally happy right now. no regrets.
