Sometimes I wonder who I am. Does that make sense? Because who I "am" doesn't fit with who I "am" up there. Does that make sense? Like, maybe I was someone else in another life, or I just haven't figured myself out yet. But by the age of 20 you should know who you are, I think. If maybe perhaps, I was someone else in another life, maybe that life is still with me and I just don't know it. Does this make sense? Does any of it make sense? I should probably just stop trying to make sense of everything. If this was my world, people would kill themselves over trying to make sense of things, because nothing would make sense...and it'd be perfect.
I guess I am acting to wack because I am having a writer's block, really bad. And an artist's block. I can tell when I just need to write something or draw something and I have that overwhelming feeling that I need to write or draw something, but nothing comes out. I have so many ideas floating around in my head that all I need to do is grab it and mold.
Just mold it.
Does that makes sense? To just grab something out of thin air and mold it into your image.
Makes sense to me. I might destroy something beautiful just to let the creativity flow.
Okay, I am going to create something, right now. I'm going to do it. Right now.
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