It's 3:21 a.m. and I'm giving up on trying to sleep. So much for my "normal cicadian rhythms." At least, I think cicadian is the right term there. So I'm going to try and be creative. Again.
So have I. Sometimes I get poems that are vaguely like songs, but that's usually as far as it ever goes. Once a melody actually evolved, but that was a fluke. ^_^ If I ever got my three wishes, one of them would definitely be the ability to compose music.
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