Before I fall asleep, as I am running for the bus, when I am carefully applying my makeup…
My mind is flooded with ideas, inspiration and poetry…how can I possibly catch up?
If only I had my pen and paper in hand I think,
I wonder to myself, should I just drop everything?
Life consumes me and the magically perfect ideas dissolve into the dark and silent abyss of my mind
A subconscious narrative that later plays on repeat….everything is just fine.