Stomping my way through the hearts of all those around me.

It’s an easy profession to take on board.

It is wet outside, but the rain has subsided.

However, there was a cry of thunder before when
I was on my way to the office that I call an office in which where I work.

I am tired. I am sleepy.

I am reaching out for something else out there.

No, wait. That is for another post on another day.

I can feel a rising in the sound that is penetrating my ear holes at the moment.

It must be a guitar that is rising above the other guitars s the other guitars play something a little more rhythmic.

However, there is no lead in this sound. It is all about the sound and no one is to take the spotlight.

Yes, it is that kind of music.

It stretches out and does not feel as long as it is and that’s not a bad thing, as far as I’m concerned.

Gravelly ground and beats that are very strong holding the structure and the house that is above this foundation is unshakable, despite the racket that is being created.

More people enter into this office and more people who have hearts in which I must stomp my way into in order to get control of the very thing that I am trying to take over.

I think that that is what I need to do this morning.

Well, I should be getting ready, but there is imagery that is being conjured in my mind due to the sound of the vibrations that are getting into the bones in my ears that are then being translated into something audible for me to understand and see if it appeals to me or not (it appeals to me).

There is a little quiet in the song, but I’m sure that once more it will become something new as a flower blooms into a new flower blooms into a new flower and so on and so forth.

Perhaps all I am doing is projecting myself and realistically this is some sort of dream.

Well, that’s not real, unless it is and there is an evil demon trying to deceive me, or something.

Perhaps the music is making me stay more awake than I thought possible and right now as I bang away and create a rhythm of my own it overlaps with the rhythm of the music and its shifting dynamics and in turn I am lead down a path that I could not previously reach.

I am turning around and turning back toward something of which I had walked away from and it engulfs me in a way that I did not think possible.

I am carried on a journey  toward something that is not new, yet it is familiar and comforting and points to something else off in the distance that needs to be approached at some later stage in my life.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:25:64

Kind of rambling, flows okay.

Could be better.

Written at work.