Oh boy. It's back. That feeling in my body. It's that same feeling I get when I'm driving to the airport. The feeling in your gut that you get when you see those signs for the airport exit... when you know you are about to say good bye to someone you really love. Really love. And you know all to well what it's like to miss the person you are about to say goodbye to. It's a mix between nausea and butterflies and mania.
Where am I going?
I titled this sanity in music, but lately it feels like music might nudge over into the insane category. I was driving. I was listening. My mind racing. Too many images. Too much. I almost went there. Not there as in I was suicidal or something. There as in that sublayer of my brain. The part I only get glimpses of when I remember my dreams. The part I feel like I'm on the verge of tapping into. The part that holds my creativity and my destiny and my ticket out of Indiana. The part that is COMPLETELY out of control.
It's an underground well of confidence and origional thought. It wants to explode from me like Old Faithful. It needs some yoga.
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