notes in the air
Yesterday I was drunk on music. Letting feelings come and go, visited by bits and pieces of worry and fear, heart fragile wishing wishes. Sorrow on songs narrated my foggy descent into sleep.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it. I exchanged for what I deem worth the price.
But no matter the color of the perpetual parade of emotions accompanying this price, I need to stop with the excess. Life cannot always be currency, one tradeoff for another in constant transaction. It must be lived. And I’m frankly not doing my spirit justice right now.
So today, no more thoughts. Let’s be drunk on dance instead.
