Right now I'm not in “Form”. It is strange, I do not know, what has changed. no more adrenaline surges. Then that I can't focus because of the right brain. But there is more to it than that…. I'm exhausted and just doing something “literary” continue, because I have no other choice. I don't know otherwise, how to get through all the weekends and days of the week. Doing sports is not possible, as one can see only too well.
The written word lives somewhere in an intermediate sphere. There, where only marathon runner ears can go.
How gladly one runs out into the catchy, that captures the emotion.
But I can't do this all the time either “Extra” feel and this “Extra” retrieve inner excitement. That sounds strange to me, where I yes 20 to 24 I lay in bed for hours (and so nothing at all “retrieve”, but with endless discipline pace, pace, pace.) Maybe that's just what it is: fly out of such a gray and disciplined working day / pacing day and create an hour of light….
Need is certainly also a form of tension and ergo a form of energy. In my case, a fictional one, the, as I said,if only comes about through adrenaline excesses. The cell power is missing.
But when I say, i am not in “Form”, I don't mean the body this time (I've been with 25 Years never “Form” talked. I mean, that extra bit of life, the passion, Wanting to create expression, create something with words, Face and voice. The passion doesn't pick me up. So there is no taking off. It means stay down, all.
(23.4.21)