Pretty Pipe
Pretty Pipe Me, definition: that surging feeling released from a drainpipe connecting all parts of me funnelling out my mouth. Perhaps that's why my first reaction after waking up after twelve hours of surgery was a heartfelt howl. The me needed to come up, come out...to be heard. I needed to bawl in my own way, to say: "I'm here! I'm back, and I'm glad to be back in whatever capacity I'm at. Listen to me!" It is now totally clear to me why I spent so long crafting my voice and still do everyday. Even when it's dormant my voice runs through my body. My mission is to make my inner-workings gild and glide so that I can express any nuance I find there. Now that I have to wait for a bolt to be released before I can sing, I realize that non-usage doesn't necessarily mean permanently turned off...it just may be crusted and coated. Sometimes it's a no-can-go. Other times, it may just need patience for a good, long gushing. Sometimes the stop equates...