Sweet Dreaming

I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Everything’s painted pretty and this cat with the cool watch is talking real slick in my ear. This bottle that says DRINK ME and this pill that says TAKE ME is guaranteed to show me a good time. This shit SEEMS fun so I don’t wanna wake up and come back to real life. Sweet dreams are made of these!

I’m restless as hell and I’m looking for something, I just don’t know what yet. I took a shit load of projects on, now I got me feeling like the weight of the world is on my shoulders and I’m bugging inside. Afraid it won’t be good enough. Not for anyone else but, for myself. I’m a fanatical perfectionist but, now I’m running low on my creative fuel because…I just feel like I’m missing something. But, I’m fucking up because I keep giving myself more work to do thinking the next project is gonna be that one. That one that’s going to light my energy on fire but, instead all this work is sending me into a state of artistic paralysis.

And the only place I’m free is in my dreams.




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