Fever dream hallucinations of memories that aren't mine. Drowning in a sea of hot tea. I felt like I had finally gotten to rest. Like my brain got a reboot. Not everything was about inspiration. Everything wasn't an assignment. I faced things that I had been trying to avoid through work. In the words of Bob Dylan... 'I need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head' or maybe I just needed a fever. Sometimes staying busy isn't the therapy I thought I needed. Sometimes it is rest. I feel the rays of the sun in my bones. Or maybe it's the magnesium pills. Whatever it is I feel like I'm back.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hello! I'm Kirby. A stylist and writer based in Birmingham, Alabama.