It is the morning of January 3rd and things are especially quiet.
I feel a big space. Rather, I sense a big space and I am in it. I am apart of that big space.
As I converge with said big space, I myself feel a lot bigger.
Boundless, even.
Not a single care in the world, almost as if I’m floating on a dream.
Everything provided for, nothing to stress over.
A clean slate in the truest sense. Given, I could go anywhere I want to go, see anything or do whatever.
It is the morning of January 3rd and I am
Whole.
Artistic Apathy 