I spent a whole night talking to people this week.
I love doing talking to strangers but this time I overdosed.
As a result, I don’t feel like talking to anybody today. Not even to interesting people.
I feel like just saying things. Talking to myself.
And like making things. But not discussing them.
I’ve spent so much time validating that I’m on the right track, instead of putting things out for the world to see – music, poems, stories, articles.
The time has come. Let’s see what sort of an artist I am.