A New Beginning.

Just a postcard from the edge of sanity today.

It’s Thursday. A good day for new beginnings. And I am here on the precipice of something new and exciting. A new book. A new adventure. A rebuilding of myself—anew. After a few years I am here.

I am reminded of Thrice’s “The Arsonist.”

“But I think that maybe all that’s needed is some flint and hardened steel/Because I don’t think that any one of them believes the revolution’s real/We will burn it down and build it again what was buried in flame/Burn it down and build it again from the bricks that remain … I love this city, but I’ve set and numbered its days/I love this city, enough that I’ll set it ablaze.”

I have loved the work that I made with my brain and my fingers furiously click-clacking on the keyboard, but when it’s time, it’s time.

I have a lot more to do. A lot more to say. I am rebuilding my sentence structure—not for clout but for breath. Because it’s tattooed in my ribs—I am a creator. I am a writer. I have spent too much time running from it. No more running.

So yes. I am writing something new. Something I’ve never done before. And like Icarus before me, I am hoping to land. Wish us luck.

~ c. m.

Listening:

• Rain Song (Feat. Colde) - Epik High

• So Beautiful - DPR Ian

• Interlude: Dawn - Agust D

• Daedalus - Thrice