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| from adimari's album "quotidie" |
I sit late into the night and push my creative blocks and breaking my limits of wordlessness. I push it because I've never felt this flow in such a long time and I revel in its mastery over me. I succumb to the work and for these past 4 hours I am no longer a stranger to myself.
Sight seems to have returned and what has been gestating for the past 2 weeks of longing to pour out my thoughts about what's been constricted and paralyzed because of so much work is now slowly coming out. I have been wanting to articulate so much about this experience that has taken me captive. I feel like a prisoner of busy-ness and I'm trying to overcome.
In ten minutes I will be watching the much awaited TV series second season of Nikita. Another chance to loosen up what has been coiled so tight. I've forgotten how to entertain myself. I shan't forget no more.
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