So Much More

Clear thoughts, motivated, focused. It’s like driving, like standing on the edge of a cliff without fear. It is like standing in the crowd at a concert, without ever noticing the people around you. Only the music. Every single note, every single word. Like being drunk but without being dizzy, without losing control. Like love, like a drug, like dreaming while awake. The darkness around you starts to feel comforting and slowly drag you in. Cold air so pleasantly chilling, and warmth like a blanket. You write. Words that just flow from your fingers and onto the paper. Letters switching place by themselves to form a piece you could never have written. You ask where it comes from, but without ever getting an answer. There is no answer. It is just there, like a faint whisper. And knowing is somehow more soothing than anything you have ever known. So much more to life, he said, and there is. You just have to let go, let your mind fly, give in. Stop thinking and just feel it. Feel that which is just beneath the skin. Do not try to read between the lines, just write. Do not let it in, but dive in to it. So much more to life.