Found in Drafts #1

Sunshine, like a drop of cordial in a glass of cold water. Feel it sink in. Shoulders back, walk with purpose.

Experienced a moment of clarity at the kitchen sink, yesterday evening. You pursued fame through music. You achieved it. You don’t want it anymore. So, don’t do it anymore. Followed by a sigh of relief. And then the most fulfilling, comforting realisation of all, you can still write, still create, just without an audience. Relief.

That’s what this is, this writing here. It’s creative exploration. It’s the wanting to stand on top of the mountain, shouting I AM HERE. In the understanding that whilst somebody might hear you, the chances are they absolutely won’t. And even if they did, they’d never know where it came from.

Anonymity is just so desirable. Now more than ever. For me personally, sure. But I sense in society all together. Let’s disappear, collectively. Reinstate a little mystery.