For The Saying of It
I lay in bed, and this verse wrote itself. That’s how it felt. Ever feel that way when you’re producing something, like you’re a bystander…
I lay in bed, and this verse wrote itself. That’s how it felt. Ever feel that way when you’re producing something, like you’re a bystander? That’s how it feels to me but not very often. It’s not to say that what comes out is great, or even good, but there is a certain unique feeling. It feels like flow. Images flash across the space in my mind, and I re…
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