Not a cry for help- just an exercise in humility, ego deflation and investigation of proper ink.
I don't want to place it on if it doesn't pose a question.
A band around my wrist seeks to hold a place.
The neglect of years regret
I feel yours and it takes my place.
How many more?
Well it is for the future to decide
In the meantime, indiscernible thoughts seek places to hide.
Today was loaded- A brief moment in the studio.
Meetings, and meetings contemplating the right words to say.
I learned a lot and failed at finding a solution.
And I ended the workday with a talk with a mentor.
I would say that was full and complete.
In artwork, I need to discover special sounds.
There are things that can't be heard.
Barrels of empty, hollow sound.
Vacancy of frequencies
and cavities that beg for vibrations.
Empty hollow sounds.
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