If you're wondering where I am, I'm here.
In this album, wrapped up like caterpillar in a cocoon.
It's funny, how ephemeral and strange and dancing the muse can be. It shows up, I write. I don't clean or cook or talk to friends or do laundry. I listen to the music, I dream, I live in the story, I try to capture it.
I'm a goddamn mess. It's annoying. It's torture. And it's wonderful.
I love it and I hate it and I rarely feel alive as I do when I'm a slave to the muse.