None of us (by which I mean my real-life friends) seem to really use this site any more. I'm not even expecting anyone to read this, but that's not why I'm writing it. And it sure as fuck isn't a poem.
I'm not a musician. At all. It's shaped my whole life beyond describing, but it just isn't me. It's been my passion for the past 10 years, but I'm crap at it. It's like breaking up with someone after a long-term relationship. It's so deeply rooted in me, getting rid of it will be like making me blind in one eye and deaf in one ear, but these days it just feels like a burden. That buzz I used to get from playing is completely gone, and I can't remember the last time I felt it. What more is there to say? I'm a human being, not a human doing. I need to find out what that BEing is.
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Written November 14th, 2006
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Amy sweetie I'm back with a vengence. You're more musical than I could ever hope to be. You've been my idol since I met you, both musically and personally, and I still wish you were bi lol.
Chin up honey, the sun's just over the horizon waiting to come back up for you.
Alex xxx -
very good
i understnad how you feel hunni i feel like that about poetry i know i'll never be a grea tpoet but for so long i have needed to write do not lose hope you will find yourself and although it seems dark now you will find the light and possibly the music again -
im still here amy... and if you dont have passions for things anymore, you shouldn't do them. Will talk tomorrow, l8az love always sky xxx
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