What goes round

Feeling low and tired.
Been thinking about time, destiny and fate. Things inevitably change. And that lack of control leaves me feeling disconcerted tonight.

Maybe it's the nature of the artist, to cling to things. To never let go. In a sense we never grow up. Our lot probably find it the most difficult. We've been given this great ability to see and to imagine. And at the same time, it can leave us all cut up inside, feeling wounded.

Like today, sitting in the coffee shop. Halfway I tuned out of the conversation, I couldn't help but feel this cold wave pass through me. I was witnessing something quietly beautiful. All the details were unfolding and opening for me to see. Past, present... future merging into an instance. And yet, I knew no one else could see what I saw. I wanted to feel lucky, but all it did was leave a sad smile on my face... because I knew it wasn't going to stay. It left my hands feeling empty.

- It couldn't possibly stay.