Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Movement
Can we just lock ourselves in the studio, blare the music, and get lost in that open space?




Ice petals
The 22nd of January dawned bright, but cold. The inside of her window was brushed with ice. Delicate, frozen swirls patterned the glass as she stumbled out of her empty bed, groggy and slightly shivering. Her phone blared 9:05 am, as it began it's 5th snooze cycle. She dashed out her door - 25 minutes until class. It's day 2. Yet it somehow has felt like a week since Monday night. Curious how time likes to play tricks on the human mind.
Keep moving - her mantra for the week. Idle time allows her to think. Right now, thinking is no good. It swallows up her thoughts with emotions she'd rather not face.