I stink.

I haven’t showered in days.

I don’t remember the last time I had a proper meal. Living on crackers and canned fruit seems just right to me. My body doesn’t seem to complain. At least not that I’ve noticed. I don’t know what weather or season it is outside, I haven’t left my room for…well, not sure for how long actually, since I don’t really know what day it is today.

So at this point of reading this record you are probably asking yourself; What happened to this person? Well, nothing really.

But somehow I seem to be possessed.

Possessed by creativity.

Pure inspiration is flowing through my whole being. I can’t avoid it and I can’t stop it. Not that I would want to anyways. It doesn’t matter what I do, eating, washing, reading or sleeping. I have ideas, ideas that have to be written down.

Anywhere…
So not to be forever lost in the in between world of relinquished epiphanies.
I started writing them down on random scraps of paper. When I couldn’t find any I wrote them down on my own body. Since working and socializing became slightly complicated while scribbling and blabbering unintelligibly, at least for the people outside of my head, I resigned to the flow of creation and just stayed home.
So now I’m here letting the stream of creation course through me until there is nothing left anymore…
And then creativity will move on to another person…