The Ramblings of Daily Life

  A boulder on my back and a pit in my stomach. Churning in the wee hours of the morning.   Could I achieve a few more hours of busy, static sleep? Casual life of the unacceptable.   Can I listen to your quiet voice among the brazen? Sweat brandished into the sheets.   I fucking hate you with every fiber of my being. I want to destroy your feelings.   Then I’d just be, or I’d just slip into the catacombs of emptiness. Behind a wall of distraction.   The hurdle of inspiration seems to be getting beaten down. Over and over and over.   Carrying the boulder, Until you are ready to let it fall.    

In 2016, during my normal discovery playlist on Spotify, I heard a bop I couldn’t get out of my head.  No, it wasn’t Shura, or Madonna, or Avril, it was a wonderful compound.  Personal, understated and addictive. What you've done to me Well I've seen many a friend be silenced Thinking nobody would believe them Well baby you've got another thing coming You can try to make me stop, call it delusion But every time I don't shut up, it's revolution; MUNA – Loudspeaker I think we’ve all been here.   One of those moments where you are you feeling yourself and you can’t let it go. When someone doesn’t love you the way a partner should and therefore, stunts your expression.   " I am a loudspeaker".   It was a recipe for love immediately.   An 80’s electro indie – pop band comprised of three queer girls.   The first EP was magical.   If I thought it was a fluke, I was quickly proved wrong.   “Winterbreak" is nothing if not magical. ...