Yes, to enclose yourself in another human being…to go all in….to experience the full depth of love is a heavy and emotional experience but one that’s worth it.

Thoughts as these are what give dreams life. Indeed. 🌼

Hi, Relic! I’ve gotten so used to calling you that over the years, haha. I love how this poem captures the chaotic, procrastinating, wandering mind of the creative process. It’s like watching inspiration play hard-to-get while snacks, horror movies, and classical music are your sidekicks. The pacing — week by week, half-week by half-week — perfectly mirrors that slow, frustrating march toward an idea…until the rain shows up, like a cosmic mic drop! Haha. It’s a funny and oddly hopeful meditation on creativity’s mysterious timing.

Powerfully penned, Tim. The life of a writer has peeks and valleys. “I’ve lost my mojo. He ain’t risin.” A reference to the Lizard King?? Probably not, either way I dig the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

So, Relic, huh? I thought I recognized those keystrokes. Good to see you here, another refugee from that lost cafeteria of broken crockery. Nice write, Tim. It’s like you were looking over my shoulder.