Of late, listening to the Beatles makes me depressed. In itself that is depressing.
Panic.
Floating aspirations always cause problems. Passion without outlet makes people go insane.
I think I'm a better musician than I am a violinist.
all my little plans and schemes - nothing but a bunch of dreams. all i really needed to do - was maybe some love. i don't expect you to understand - the kingdom of heaven is in your hand. i don't expect you to wake from your dreams - too late for pride now it seems. why must we be alone? it's real, love - yes, it's real. -- john lennon
1 Comments:
Your art is just to big to fit into expression right now.
3:33 AM
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home