Just chopping it up. Dusting off the mic.

We’ve all experienced those moments when time isn’t flowing as swiftly as it usually does, right? When it becomes perceptible and we begin to grow aware of its nodes, those points where things are at a stand still, or everything is leaping ahead. And there we stand, in the dead center of it all, looking around. Knowing subconsciously, that our very next thoughts, words and actions, are going to set us off on the course of a journey towards the life we’ve been destined to live. Or, sending us back to the life we’ve been trying to move away from. Strange place to be in time.
A Strange Interlude.