I hit my brain on a cosmic tree branch.

[the shortest route to the sea]

My work is such a part of my life that my creativity waits, or just dies. If I think of something really good, I make sure to write it down. In classes, I doodle or write poetry, and if I'm at the piano I'll write it there.

I never get filled with ideas anymore, except maybe when I'm at the piano or dancing.

[Socks]

I never get filled with ideas anymore, except maybe when I'm at the piano or dancing.

[move]WHAT?[/move]

[the shortest route to the sea]

[move]WHAT?[/move]

I never light across an idea that just siezes my entire mind, that fills my heart and head with a sort of glowing energy of possibility and ambition. Maybe I still get the same kinds of ideas, but don't have that sort of dreamy joy about it anymore. Joy, in the cosmic sense of the word. I get ideas, and I think they're good ones, and you could call them inspired, but I don't feel inspired. I don't feel a lot of things.

[??????]

My work is such a part of my life that my creativity waits, or just dies. If I think of something really good, I make sure to write it down. In classes, I doodle or write poetry, and if I'm at the piano I'll write it there.

I never get filled with ideas anymore, except maybe when I'm at the piano or dancing.

creativty tends to die about the more you age :'(

[Socks]

I don't feel a lot of things.

in the cosmic sense of things, aren't you only 18?

[the shortest route to the sea]

in the cosmic sense of things, aren't you only 18?

17, going on 18. I still have a lot to discover, and to unloosen, yeah.

[Socks]

17, going on 18. I still have a lot to discover, and to unloosen, yeah.

[the shortest route to the sea]

I'm taken, dear.