Something different

As a child, I had a tendancy to stare at walls. I'd then realise it but remain in my state of motionlessness for several seconds, fascinated with this static position and almost perfect balance, as if it wasn't within my own power to keep my body up. I still do that though not as frequently and I feel the same way when I start drawing or writing for no apparent reason. I was sitting down listening to music and I wanted to grab a writing utensil and do something with it. I did so and the following is the product of complete random inspiration. Instead of blogging the usual blog, the thoughts fell onto the paper; thus spilt the blood of the consciousness. I do regret that I didn't use a gel pen- I love the feel of those.


I won't rise up with an air of confidence and call this "art." It would sound forced. I never meant this to be such. But I will say that this is a soothing exercise to escape despondency (or wallow in it for the satisfaction? I'm not sure; I haven't quite figured it out yet).

(I credit the genius of the Finn Brothers, Tim and Neil, as it was their songs that I was absorbed in.)