Sometimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and raptures.
You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen.
And, still, it makes NO difference.
It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you.
And you know that if it ever did relent...
Jules de Gaultier once said that imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality. Maybe that's why, as of late, I've been feeling pretty shitty and can't really put my finger on why.
My outlets of creativity are all plugged up. My computer is fucked up, I'm not very good at putting together music, i suck very much at drawing.... I just feel,... Read More