It's funny.
Well... It's not funny.
But I wrote a song on the guitar a while ago with every ounce of my amateur might. I wrote the notation on some sheet in some drawer or in some folder or in some cupboard... I couldnt find it. But I sat down to play it and it was though my fingers had never forgot it... kehe

Sometimes when I write lyrics I make an outline or a rough draft as though I'm preparing to write an admissions essay. I write everything I feel, what I want to say, things I know about the subject etc. It's all real; I just kinda exploit what I'm feeling. I have tons of journals filled with nothing but scribble.

And sometimes it just comes. No miracles or no destiny. Simply: something moved me. Something really hurt me.


Anyway, what I am verbosely trying to say is that I finished the lyrics to a song I wrote a while ago.

When it comes to music I pretty much have an infinite amount of time, or none, but both are kind of the same thing right now.

This entry made no sense to me either. <(>~<")>

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