and they always return *sing*
Looks like I m music, at least filled with it.
Oh inspiration - hit me like a stone.....
Why do some things just never change?
I m fighting with my inside, with my soul or maybe just with my brain that pushes me back to problems that seemed to be solved long time ago.
Sometimes it feels like I m a system that always works against itself.
And....does anyone understand just a little bit of what I m saying right now?
If I m angry about something, its probably the best time to write. Its pushy and the feelings just come out. Only thing that is needed is a theme, the last little piece of inspiration.
Lets hope that I ll find it