Tuesday, July 03, 2012
Great Gig in the Sky
I'm struggling and its got through me. From the ins to all my outlets the work suffers. Not some other minded summer malaise but a down to the bones hollow that finds no core. No center of magnetism to be acted upon and thrust this way or that. Just through and through empty. An authentic abscess to be welled up with worry and dread. Swept up and given in to the sea, nevermind control of the moment, it's the rough water ahead that worries. White knuckle hanging on to hands sinking beneath the water. Calm, Part, Swim, Please!