aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - i remember when i thought i wrote well. well, i think i remember. i'm sure it will return. but for now i have to hold words down and twist their arms one at a time. but i will wrestle them into place, make them all sit perfect and jagged over some melody. because i am as prepared as i have ever been, and i want that muse more than i ever have. sometimes i think that that one ill-fated serenade was where i fell apart, where i started carrying this awful anxious leech. and sometimes i think that one good play of one good tune will tear it from my side for good. here's to trying one more time and to keeping all my blood for myself. 5:38 a.m. - 2012-01-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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