taunt my motivation.
i got tunnel vision.
it got narrower narrower.
lost in the spell, tightening the focus.
out of it.
because i also wanna show you mundane little everythings.
caught in the inbetween. snagged on rock in the lower stream.
i confess given the right setting, i would tell you
a sacred sorta something.
until then…until then, i’ve been producing like a mad woman.
there are times i put myself in very stale situations. because other times i find myself over stimulated.
i’m not really sure if i’ve every made a right decision. but i’ve made a buttload of foolish ones.