Pop music of today floods my brain. It latches on into my cells corrupting them. It plants is eggs inside. I can feel them growing waiting to hatch. Its quite disgusting I think I will go vomit. Somewhere between these horribly overused hooks and the legends of the past I try to fit myself. Understand the desire to create, its a human condition. We have been flooded by this corrupt society so I ask myself every day. Why keep fighting? That is a question I will never be able to answer. We create for the sake of living in the moment and enjoying life. I personally live in the past. Past loves and heartbreak flies in my conscious as Locust swarm. When I do sit down and get to work creating I am most definitely living in the now. As a widow in the light I will return to the dark past.