tattered sofa chair.

Sometimes I want to crawl into my hoodie and not come out. It’s so comfortable in here and I am protected, at least in my head, from all uncomfortable situations and judgements that this world brings me. I keep taking breaks from writing this to place my hands around my deep blue ceramic coffee cup, soaking in the warmth from the freshly brewed coffee. It travels like electricity from my fingertips up along my arms and with it, raising my hair follicles. Not quite, but almost like watching dominoes falling in reverse. I am here at this coffee shop to work on a t-shirt design for threadless.com. I am not sure what I am going to do conceptually, so while I figure that out, I thought I would release a little energy by writing. I’m listening to Iron and Wine because their music moves the creative parts of me that have crawled deep into the caverns of my soul. I feel alive when i listen to them and full of new ideas and perspectives. With music I see life differently. It’s kind of like looking at an old sofa chair and seeing dust and germs and ickyness, but if I looked at that same sofa chair while listening to music that inspires me, I see a worn out seat where numerous people of all ages have sat and shared pieces of their heart to someone else, or the deep richness of the colors and patterns that make up the facade of the chair, or even the fuzzy and complex texture that give the material it’s worth. If I could always view the world in this way, why take out my earbuds?