Ah, grey matter so important to every day life and yet so unbelievably delicate that it has to be protected in a hard shell. This is where the creative processes come from, this is where I exist. My body is not compliant as of late and has been causing me pain and other issues, but my mind is my friend.
Ha, that is not completely true. Fibromyalgia is when the nerves in the brain make the pain receptors go wonky and cause things to hurt that shouldn't. I guess enemies can be friends (especially if I take into account my depression issues and anxiety ones), but I digress.
Here in the grey matter I can close my eyes and see other worlds, here in the grey matter I can fly to the moon without moving. It is in those creative moments where nothing else truly matters and the world ceases to be (if only for a few fleeting moments) as I try to live without the pain. Try to live in a way that I am happy.
So, I see you are still here. Are you looking in to see the madness or are you hoping that you might find your way? I do have maps that can get you many places, though not all of them are as pleasant as where you might be. You are welcome to get comfortable, to put your feet up and relax. Settle in and sit for a spell. The storyteller might be here and they may be able to take us all away from where we are. If we just go deeper into the grey.
