This post will be somehow self-centered. I won't write about a topic from those i'm stocking deep inside my brain. I'll just approch the lack of activity of my blog, which annoys me.
The point is I don't understand why i'm doing this... or rather why i'm not doing it. Why I'm not posting. I was complaining about not having Internet at home, not having much time and not having a pleasing blogging system. Today I've got all of these, and I still have my blogging motivation and my inspiration (which are there since the beginning and never let me down).
Actually, my life is full of interestings situations and events, I've the feeling my ways of reflection have improved. I fancy sharing musics and images i'm discovering... I also have the feeling that ideas coming to me could be useful to other people.
So why isn't the sparkle coming ? Why am I only doing fake comebacks ? I'd like it to be as in the old good times, when everything that blows up into my right hemisphere becames automaticaly a typing of my fingers on the keyboard.
You're reading this... help me ! Put me into this way of expression that I love. Tell me to blog. Cut down this freezing of creativity, so that I can tell you about Strawberry, about my friend Ladybird that I won't let down, about some treasures I found while wandering around, about the eleventh fret of Clara -my guitar - from with she's sounding bad, about those friends which are more and more beloved, about simple semantical pleasures, and about love, love, love, all you need is love !
Let the words fly away.
- Right, let the words fly away !
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