Me, certainly more free over keys, fearless and newly formed in new narrative. The Energy around me is usually sweet, promising more music. Not sure I’ve felt this whole of a recitalist urge… Riding this light by inhabiting an uplifted headspace. Sad and sour voices that try to introduce hurdles, my mind’s time stays buoyant. I continue logging each observation, thought, and realization. Immediate beauty in these simple moments astounds me. This story is revealing itself to be about the journey principally. My purpose is clear: tirelessly move through any obstruction. The pen translates the room to Art.