I love the oxygen in the early morning frost.
I love the music that is too loud to breathe.
The sound that makes your chest close up.
The sound that defines your hope.

The magic that continually reminds you
Life can be so powerful.
Not fair, not just or pure,
But so unbelievably powerful.

This is power and
This is creativity,
Breathe it in.

I’ve never been “happier”.
I’ve never been this active,
This willing.

I’ve felt like this before and I know
It leads to many a sleepless night,
And many dark rooms with a stale feeling of hopeless creation,
Art from the darkest places of human emotion.

This is what has been happening this week.