Ah life...

Man o man it's been a strange time these last few months.
One shit storm after another sprinkled with good times and heart warming moments.
Still feeling a bit numb I think but not in a heartless, traumatized kind way. Maybe numb isn't the right word. I don't know what it is exactly but I feel it. Transitions are on the horizon, change is in the air and that feeling of fear and exileration flowing through me like a lightning bolt is keeping me up at nights. Wouldn't have it any other way.
Me and my new rat friend are chillin in the back yard in my new place, mocking the crack heads in the alley in tandem. I now prefer rats to crackheads. They are cleaner and keep to themselves mostly. As long as he stays out of the house we're cool. At least until we get to know one another better. Then as long as he wipes his feet before coming in we shall remain...cool.
WTF!!!? Inspiration or madness? I'll figure it out later.

I love being inspired I must say. It's one thing to be an inspired individual, that is - one that is creative and draws from his/her environment or a muse of some sort. It's another to 'be' inspired, or rather to have inspiration injected into you by something or someone or both.
I feel like I've been shooting straight inspiration lately but I can't quite figure out what to do with the high I'm getting from it. It's different from the kind of inspiration I get from, say, playing music. It's a life/future/now kind of thing. I can't even keep my thoughts straight long enough to get them out in a concise, coherent format. All I can do is puke out these undigested ramblings in an effort to avoid getting the spins from the overwhelming weight of them all in my head. Sounds nasty I know but it's all coming together. It feels good and that counts for something.
My heart is skipping and my head is floating in a very exciting and scary way.

Enough about me. How are you?