So a time for a breather. Sorry I've been away for a while. Even the keyboard seems so foreign to me, I used to find great comfort in typing out words I would otherwise never chance upon. But that being said, there are still things to be done and I for one, have returned to that sweet spot of paranoia. You know, that feeling when you've just had all the ideas and all the inspiration in the world.
You know, that feeling when you've just had all the ideas and all the inspiration in the world.. And it disappears the moment you open your mouth. Incredibly annoying!
At the end of the day it's just therapeutic because no one really cares what I think on a regular day, like no one really cares about how leaves levitate when cars speed by.
You know, that feeling when you've just had all the ideas and all the inspiration in the world.. And it disappears the moment you open your mouth. Incredibly annoying!
At the end of the day it's just therapeutic because no one really cares what I think on a regular day, like no one really cares about how leaves levitate when cars speed by.
