breathe in deep and cleanse away your sins
Dave is in the lounge room writing a song. HAH! Just randomly, on my guitar. We had such a super night last night. Stell and Dave and me just hung out at mine, talking shit. Was so lovely.
It seems like every time I go to write in this or in my paper journal, I get stuck for what to say. Maybe I'm out of practice, I don't know, but it seems really hard to open up in things like this nowadays. And it's not like nothing has happened and my head is devoid of any thought, either. So much has happened and I have not stopped thinking. But I used to be able to write so easily, and now it's more difficult than it ever has been. I don't get it.
See? I just sat for five minutes or so just staring at the keyboard, with my mind going mental, but I couldn't put any of it into visible form.
Dave is now finished his song, and is going to play it for me.
It seems like every time I go to write in this or in my paper journal, I get stuck for what to say. Maybe I'm out of practice, I don't know, but it seems really hard to open up in things like this nowadays. And it's not like nothing has happened and my head is devoid of any thought, either. So much has happened and I have not stopped thinking. But I used to be able to write so easily, and now it's more difficult than it ever has been. I don't get it.
See? I just sat for five minutes or so just staring at the keyboard, with my mind going mental, but I couldn't put any of it into visible form.
Dave is now finished his song, and is going to play it for me.