What are you doing right now?
Take a step outside yourself to analyze the value of it.
Supersede the meaning of the thing that you think you currently need.
Pick up that instrument.
Open that word document.
Pick up that pen and turn to a blank page.
Action and passion keeps the ennui away.
What are you up to right now?
What are you doing today?
Punch laziness in the face and stay in that place of outpouring.
Streams of consciousness leaking out from outer space.
I've been bitten by something suddenly.
It's time to create.
Shower that page.
Crowd that silent place with echoes of notes.
Paint every blank surface with earnest strokes of rage.
Climb that asymptote.
If you dig deep,
you'll pull up something.
Even in sleep,
there's no such thing as nothing.
Art for art's own sake.
Because progress takes so many steps.
Oblivion can wait.
It's time to create.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
What are you doing right now?
Take a step outside yourself to analyze the value of it.
Supersede the meaning of the thing that you think you currently need.
Pick up that instrument.
Open that word document.
Pick up that pen and turn to a blank page.
Action and passion keeps the ennui away.
What are you up to right now?
What are you doing today?
Punch laziness in the face and stay in that place of outpouring.
Streams of consciousness leaking out from outer space.
I've been bitten by something suddenly.
It's time to create.
Shower that page.
Crowd that silent place with echoes of notes.
Paint every blank surface with earnest strokes of rage.
Climb that asymptote.
If you dig deep,
you'll pull up something.
Even in sleep,
there's no such thing as nothing.
Art for art's own sake.
Because progress takes so many steps.
Oblivion can wait.
It's time to create.
Writer's block, what's that like?
