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My sentences are forming on the remaining rusting hinges of over exersion Awake - if my open eyes  and rote memory skills constitute my presence than I was with you guys for the last 14 hours Please go now Too many people in my room Conversations strangling the beauty of a human voice No wonder we like a talented vocalist so much One person discovering the pinnacle of their unique interpretation of sound with emotion Such a delicate process to find the balance that other people can escape into Tonight there is nowhere to escape to Instruments and a quiet place I can write- a rich palette to draw from - interpret - I really do hope this something I believe in is worthy - I'm not sure I will ever be a mother but I have projects manifesting inside me- their slow birth and evolution is fulfilling Although ... tomorrow.... I won't remember writing this, but ill sweat the subliminal loneliness that comes with a practical and self sufficient artist's patience. Surly and divided decidedly sweet, you'll see the smiling me rush through the hallways Are you spinning yourself in the echoes of many girls with high heels on?
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Pseudo diary entry- the start of the projects
My sentences are forming on the remaining rusting hinges of over exersion Awake - if my open eyes  and rote memory skills constitute my presence than I was with you guys for the last 14 hours Please go now Too many people in my room Conversations strangling the beauty of a human voice No wonder we like a talented vocalist so much One person discovering the pinnacle of their unique interpretation of sound with emotion Such a delicate process to find the balance that other people can escape into Tonight there is nowhere to escape to Instruments and a quiet place I can write- a rich palette to draw from - interpret - I really do hope this something I believe in is worthy - I'm not sure I will ever be a mother but I have projects manifesting inside me- their slow birth and evolution is fulfilling Although ... tomorrow.... I won't remember writing this, but ill sweat the subliminal loneliness that comes with a practical and self sufficient artist's patience. Surly and divided decidedly sweet, you'll see the smiling me rush through the hallways Are you spinning yourself in the echoes of many girls with high heels on?
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
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