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There are times when u remember why living isn’t about existing, where u can feel something lift u inside and make you believe you can move mountains.
I miss watching sun sets, and hills… I miss solitude and candles.
Somewhere recently I lost my little spark that made me nice to be around, and for those recently that have gotten the end of the less then enjoyable personality I am sorry, thanks to Jazz for pointing it out…
With all the Uni stress and work and mum, I got stuck in my own self pity and that’s just not fun….
HOWEVER I took the last few minutes to get the violin out and I remembered why I love it so much, for the first time in a long time I felt my self fly again. Anyone who doesn’t know what its like to actually hear a feeling wouldn’t understand why music can make you cry because it moves you..
I think I need to go have lunch in the gardens again… and I really need to go see that ballet lecture and Picasso: Love and War when it gets to the NVG