I take off the burden of creating, formulating, mapping.
I put down the resistance when it feels like I’m bumping up on a brick wall.
Inspiration hasn’t left me. It just cant get through to me is all.
I have the headphones of life on.
As if it was a mime, inspiration flaps its arms around trying to have me take notice.
But I don’t know what it’s trying to say.
My ears are full of noise, it’s the thoughts I play in my head.
I feel the constriction in my body.
As soon as I feel my body. I remember.
I remember I don’t want to feel like this.
I remember I have a choice.
I give up the thoughts. I give up learning. I give up absorbing and taking in all the information. I give up wondering how I’m going to do this or how I’m going to do that. What the ‘right, best’ way is.
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