It's been a minute since I last shared anything in this space.
Time keeps whirling around me, while simultaneously dragging; it's a concept I am yet to understand. Do you ever feel that way? So I thought I'd get back to filling it with poetry, word flows, and lyrics while we're try to wrap our minds around this elusive construct.
Here's my latest piece, written back in the summer of 2019 when I my pen was fervently working. I was writing music a lot back then. Some days it would just hit me out of no where and I'd start writing and writing and writing without knowing what would come out. When creative waves hit me I just ride them without much thought. I love the feeling. It's a rush. It's a high better than any drug. It's something I can't explain. It feels like I'm tapped into an infinite source that only I have the access to, giving me a sense of freedom to fully express and be me. Okay, I'm going to leave it at that and let the words speak for themselves.
Don't forget to go through the rest of my Poetry + Wordflow section and check back for more. I have a whole vault of them ready to go!
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