Thoughts while driving home

I feel as though I am coming back to myself.
I am coming back to the world where the shapes are objects to hold and drop,
rather than blurs of colour edged in grey,
all the brightness smudged by useless thoughts and dull hesitation.
I am coming back to the centre of things,
where creativity is legitimate
rather than indulgent
and the limits are pushed out
rather than quietly resented

Mood: Woody Allen films, a hot bath and red wine