Sticks in hand. Pad or nothing.
You got a ghost of an idea. Or zero.
You got a ghost of an idea. Or zero.
Fumble city. Hands betray you. Brain screams play but body delivers noise. Pure racket. Not drumming. Not music. Assault on ears.
Why persist? Some buried rage. Twisted knot in the skull. Self-inflicted pain. Morning ritual. Pre-school torment. Ruin the day early.
Days bleed. Weeks grind. Months scar.
Then dawn cracks. Sticks up. Long roll per Frank. Open slow. Accelerate. Close in.
Christ almighty. A roll. Clean. Sustained. Buzzing truth.
Shockwave. Heart slams. Sticks freeze.
Did that emerge from me?
Damn straight it did.
Own it. Breakthrough. Pact sealed. Keep bleeding on the kit.