Threatened by someone else’s good taste. Coming up with a great idea can be time consuming, yet treasuresome nonetheless. I’d like to think my life is more than a run on sentence, but with a dot dot dot, there is more to be written. When the age of twenty-six evokes you there isn’t a period result. More like a sigh of relief. That’s when you know there is music to be heard, to be written, and for stories to be revealed.
Thoughts on a page, sounds on a line. What seems to be all the same~ a form of interpretation is perhaps worlds apart. I’ll exemplify when I dove into something passionate for the first time it was as if rain had splashed it’s famous breath and snow had tasted so sweet it tore thru my armor. A candy kiss of time. Where dreams are yet formed and beginnings are fresh from worry. That’s where you subside.