Wednesday, May 30, 2012

imagined creativity


cannot sleep.

this is not the regular occurrence it once was, but i guess there are reasons enough. in the past, the moments of sleeplessness were fueled by readings, by tortured souls who years ago had written their internal worlds into a form that would later meet my eyes, by sudden moments of forced energy that urged immediate action. for the moment it is not the same, though it drive me to write as it did. wooded surroundings, things to come, responsibilities once so shunned, now almost desired.

i can imagine moments just like this, productive, fruitful pushes towards a long held goal. the unwritten manuscript that lays somewhat dormant in a beautifully bound notebook (a gift from an unknowing friend) and the source that struggles to find the way to unite and express what still remains un-"translated" from the human experience; my human experience.

i don't have a photo of a keyboard, though i wish i did. it would be placed somewhere here amongst the words i have pecked on on that very object. ideas must keep me awake, but in them...