I used to do alot more art... I used to sing (rather well I might add)... I used to have these silly dreams of running off to New York and being "something". And somehow over the years I have let it all slip away. I have not gotten my hands really dirty creating anything in so long I can't even remember exactly what it feels like. I sing everyday, but to an audience of children younger than 5, who really don't appreciate it and ask me to "turn it down a smidge" so they can watch Spiderman in peace.
I tried to write some lyrics yesterday, oh dear... what a joke that turned out to be. My mind used to be so switched on to those kinds of things, I used to see something as random as a leaf blowing through the gutter and beautiful poetry would come into my mind and I would write it down... Now I see that and the words just don't come. ARGH it is so frustrating and confusing.
This is me, Frustrated and Confused...
I bought myself a notbook the other day, nd I plan on writing in it everyday, and sketching in it when I have a break at work. I hope that soon my creative spirit returns to me so that I can find myself again.
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