hanging on your words, living on your breath, feeling with your skin...
- Depeche Mode
I've heard this song a million times over, but for some reason that line never ever gets old. I haven't heard the song in a while and when my ipod shuffled to it it was a nice surprise. One that spurred on another chapter I might use. Of course, the timing was terrible and I couldn't start writing right then and there (i was driving), and I still haven't had a chance to do it.
I have to say that mostly, the reason nothing has been jotted down is that because I feel like I'm messing it all up. I just don't have the skills to put it all down in the way that I'm seeing it. The story that is. I know, skills are honed, they take time, but in the meanwhile what? I massacre my own attempts?
Living on your breath
what an amazing line.