Being creative seems to always happen, either first thing in the morning, when my spirit has yet to put its earth shoes on, or as I am taking them off at night. The best creativity is when I am basking in my unearthly glory, but the moment I have the thought that I should be grabbing my piece of paper or recorder, reality sneaks in to whisk me into consciousness and I lose my most creative thoughts.

I will do my best however, to be detached from my earthly being and wander into my creative self and try to bring back as much as I can carry and share it with you.

Forgive me, but I merely a protégé to my creative spirit and I am learning as each day passes to communicate the ideas and find not only mere thoughts and ideas of my own but also what my spirit tells me is important to express and share and explore.

I hope you enjoy reading about my journeys as much as I love traveling.

I crave creative people, I also applied there for a job and haven’t rec’d a response.
I want so much to feed off of positive energy, sometimes I drown in my negative sorrows.
I want a sense a self and grasp on reality, my mind continues to float away.
I don’t know whether it’s the time or the place, perhaps it’s me pushing everyone away.
But the more I need positivity, the more distant it feels.
Is it my own lack of positivity, that draws in the opposite?
I think it’s this place, because it certainly can’t be me.
I was content at one place and time, that’s the place I want to return to.
Even if physically I can’t, I would love to find a way to dream.
If I close my eyes long enough, I could picture the place and remember the feeling.
But I’ll play a trick, I will grab it, before I open my eyes and bring it to the surface this time.
I will drink it, sleep it, eat it, so it will never leave me.
I will paint pictures, listen to the music and surround myself with all of the same things.
I will bring that place to me, then I will be content no matter where I am.
It’s not that far, so it should be too hard.
I don’t even have to think really hard, I think about it so much that it’s really the only thing on mind.
I believe it so I can live it. I remember the smell of this cup of coffee, the same cup that I drank on a similar morning there in that place. I smile, even as I open my eyes. I don’t see this place, I am so deep in thought that it’s as if I am only here in a dream. I am really there, sitting at my table drifting in thought, having a daydream about this place. My eyes are open but no one can see me, cuz I am not really here, I am there and they are here, they don’t know I am just a facade. I will visit again I promise but for now the reality of my secret place is calling, I will close my eyes once more and drift away. I need another sip.