In the Great Lull I find my eye balls moving furiously under my closed lids. And I drift as if my back was against the wet of the sea and I hear the depth of it rumbling and groaning below me in terrifying yet alluring sounds. And the waves barely lift, they just hum back and forth carrying me on. Carrying us all on in a slow way. Slowly we go to the destination. You can barely see it when you’re lying down. You can’t lift your head when you are doing the back float. If you lift it, your limbs go under and then you have to tread furiously to keep yourself up. So keep on drifting, dreamer. Drift and dream. And go on lifeless, loveless, drinkless, sexless. Cause in the Great Lull you are like a nun. You just breathe and stare at the sky humbly. You write words in it with your eyes. It can seem like a bad state to be in. But its a state of nothingness and nothingness can lead to wherever you want. So let it be good. And write your dreams in the sky even though your dreams are dreams and not life. No boats pass by, no music to inspire. But nothingness is a key to deeper things. It’s a key to a new song. You will see. You will know it.
