We made music and danced for hours under a great tree with strange strangers—our people, to be sure.
Haven’t felt so alive in so long. Was sober but felt altered. Made art about it after getting home, made more art derived from that. Posted the poem, even.
Today it’s driving me crazy just sitting and watching shows with family. Want to create and create and create. Have this energy and it’s burning me up and it’s welcome to.
