I write/draw/run/cook/wear-things/sleep-poorly and will eventually finish something.
And you know the buzzing isn’t real that there aren’t actually mechanical wasps flying around your head.
That the electricity you feel sitting between your brain and your eyes isn’t actually a thing but it feels like it is.
The tablet you took takes you and holds you down with many little hands.
Reaching up from the bed pulling you into it because falling asleep is drowning in cotton and rayon and whatever they fill futons and synthetic doonas…
It’s been too long.
I love Dave Grohl (but I’m not always crash hot on the Foo Fighters, but part of what I love about Dave Grohl is I suspect he’d be ok with that).