The jam

 
An endless jam..
A journey.. ecstatic I am
to be able to express myself through these extraordinary mediums I've been blessed to have access to daily.
My instruments..
So enigmatic
So expressive..
With my pen in hand and
 my guitar gripping my body
I'm transported to a space void of time..
Effortlessly entranced
the divine dance directing me,
drowning out the demons,
silencing the screamin' within
if only for a moment..
Everything is brief but it's magical,
Liberation
 from the emotions
  I've enslaved myself to entirely
  without aspiring to take advantage of
   the anarchy I allow to lead me astray in
    every which way every damn day..
Self sabotage at it's slickest,
believing my behavior and brain
kills me the quickest..
So I'm resting,
Taking a break
from being the witness
must merge with the mystery
through the manifestation of alchemical
melodies and grooves so soothe the soul
electric euphoria enhancing existence
reducing resistance,
 diminishing the distance
  between me and the divine.
  I cling to the strings of my chosen
    sonic sculptor..
     with the distortion,
      the vibrations and
       the echoes..
        now I can let go.
"I'm going
I'm going
I'm gone."