riding the moment

I wrote a song yesterday. I haven’t done this sort of thing in a long time. I woke up with a melody in my head and the words just came, so I flooded them onto a word-processing document until everything resolved. If felt good to do this. It felt like weight being set down. Pressure being released. Aloe rubbed over a burn. It felt the way the creation of art is supposed to feel: a transmutation of…