I feel like this blog is one that I've written. One that says, I sit here & try to write & yet there are no words.
I've been angry. I've been depressed. I've been stressed out. And who wants to write about any of that? I've been in this state of frustration because I'm unable to say what's really on my mind. Because I can't feel the words through my finger tips.
[Blank screen. Type a word. Type another word. Delete.]
Same pattern, night after night. The words are in there. I just can't give them to you. Where do I start? So, for now, I feel them through the headphones of my iPod hoping this block will pass...
Tomorrow is a new day to try to blog. To try to journal. To find my words. To get back in this again. "Music is indescriable. It tells us everything we can't say, everything we want to say, and it feels everything we feel." Play Adele's 21 & get lost in it. This is where I'm at. Lost in translation. Take these tracks & act like they're my words... until I find my own.
