Inspiration comes to me when I'm tired,
When I'm about to doze off and lie in bed; words, melodic phrases and images of beauty come to my mind
And I simply go to sleep, imagining that the morrow the feeling will wait for me still as it was the eve, and I shall produce those images into what people may or may not call art.
This never happens. This images and words of melody are so ephemeral...if you don't catch the glimpse of them and imprint them in the moment to make them last forever, they shall leave forevermore
And not a soul will know of them, because even I will forget.
For I am tired, and I fall asleep, with no will power to stand up and write things down. And so like a ghost this pictures in my mind and the sentences with them fly away like a dandelion's seed in a valley of opportunities, finding a place to root.
When I'm about to doze off and lie in bed; words, melodic phrases and images of beauty come to my mind
And I simply go to sleep, imagining that the morrow the feeling will wait for me still as it was the eve, and I shall produce those images into what people may or may not call art.
This never happens. This images and words of melody are so ephemeral...if you don't catch the glimpse of them and imprint them in the moment to make them last forever, they shall leave forevermore
And not a soul will know of them, because even I will forget.
For I am tired, and I fall asleep, with no will power to stand up and write things down. And so like a ghost this pictures in my mind and the sentences with them fly away like a dandelion's seed in a valley of opportunities, finding a place to root.
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