Trouble makes no scene, she sweeps in surgical and clean then leaves me begging on my hands and knees.
July 13, 2012 § 2 Comments
“Trouble tracks me down.” Kevin Devine.
Just write it. Let it go. Let it bleed. Get to the point where the fingers move at at least half the speed of the thoughts, then just let ride, let it roll, let it go. The music will help. So will the practise, the repetition of something new. Einstein once said that doing the same thing over and over and expecting the same result was insanity. Einsanity? No. Just no. Do the same things, expect different result, improvements in flow and speed and pace and expression and feeling.
Let them be yours. The words. They are yours. If your words aren’t yours that who’s are they? More importantly if your words aren’t yours then what is, your heart? your thoughts?
Bravery is underrated. It is underrated because it is rare. Some would say rare due to lack of opportunity to display it. I would say rare because it is smothered by cowardice. The opportunities are all around us. They too are ours.
Messy this one, isn’t it. Sort of all over the place. Not much of a punchy return, but a return non the less. I was lost for a few weeks there. Lost in a strange departure that bent and twisted and dragged. My commas are slipping, I keep using and without thinking to give the sentences ‘stream of concious’ style words. It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. So is my heart. Mine and hers.
It’s good to be back.