Sunshine creates shadows
don’t you shadows know
I’m watcher of dancers
who dance to and fro
What, what whaaaat!!!
Am I becoming this emo writer who starts every damn post with bad poetry?
Yick. Sort of. I kind of like the poetry. I kind of like the emo. So much better a contrast from the apathy.
Apathy sucks.
Emo is… well, there is beauty in pain.
No, no. I’m not getting into masochism.
My best moments are when I’m on schedule. I used to think that my routines were exhausting. Every day was a repeat of the previous one. Mix in two odd ball days amongst five, and I was a regular weekly repeating record player.
In the rhythm of regularity, I am calm. My movements go on auto pilot and I finally will have time to think… Time to consider what I want, who I am, and what I’m creating.
Much like I’ve heard a number of Enlighteneds (Dyer, Coelho) say, I find magic in the gap. The gap between words, musical notes, and the things I DO throughout the day. I find magic in the moments where I’m not stressed or worried or concerned, and I find myself ecstatic just to be.
