Ever seen pearls falling, hitting and capering against perfect white floor??
I have similar scenario running my mind.
Too much to do…too many ideas…too many worries
Unread books begging for attention
Mind conflicted over next art project.
An incomplete novel with ever-changing story
A guitar that goes untouched for days (oh, forgot to tell you guys it got repaired and its back)
I am sitting here watching these pearls gently hammering the floor like raindrops.
I don’t know how to explain my state better than this.
It’s a good kind of chaos.
A calming chaos.
I can’t funnel the mist and condense it into proper stream right now.
I know I will be lost for a while.
But it’s okay. After all its a good kind of chaos.
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