Oh October how I wish you were here already. My girl reinvented herself once again and I must have it. All of it. And you are the only thing I'm waiting for so please hurry. I just hope this will come to me as it always has in the past. I must absorb the music that helps me breathe. A new set of songs that will talk to me during a lonely train ride. Sip tea with me when I try to resist coffee and find a way to make things sweet without sweetner. Let me lean back and have it catch me and beautify the ugly within me. Be my art that supports me when I'm feeling blah and uninspired. Walk the 5 blocks with me and not rush me as I take my time to appreciate what made it great and will make it great again. Click to preview the talented Tori All images courtesy of Google
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.