To keep peace
No, you don’t need music so that you can write The sun shined upon you on a Saturday afternoon, alone in the office and it urges you to write, to cry, to breathe, to look at things No, you don’t need to be in a nice café, though sometimes it helps. No, you don’t need lullabies, soothing voices around to tell you you are real. You are living, you are here. There’s no shame to have that much feeling There’s no shame to feel that strong and to let it out for the world to see. Wish I could give them all a hug, could listen to all of their troubles and tell them that fear is only in the mind, and the mind loves doing weird things all the time that perceptions are all that we got but they are mostly delusional. And they need to get our of their head, out of the fictional scenarios manifested out of fantasies, desires and fears to be right where things are not those flashbacks of the past not those projections into the future not wishing things to be a little bit different than this solitude. Because you won’t trade this for anything else. It is the way it needs to happen. So be there.
