On some days it all just looks like nonsense and other days it all looks like genius….but it always feels like a hot coal in my throat I have to spit it out or else….
I speak about my writing and no it doesn’t sound so inviting, but it is intriguing; almost like a seagull bleeding love for his mother.
It’s not always so inviting to hide under the guise of anonymity so jump in and take a swim-in the sea.
Be, swim, dream, scream-underwater like a David Byrne song. It’s something that sounds better when you’re alone.