Finally I found my long-lost notebook (well, actually it was not that long, I noticed some days ago I didn't have a clue of its whereabouts!) This is the second time I lost and found it. And I still keep many small notes with words and phrases as pieces of a puzzle, to be converted into sonnets and poems. The problem now is that I don't have a lot of glue to stick those words into poems. My inspiration is on vacation: well, at least my lyric inspiration. I can write essays as I used to; but the idea of framing a desperate feeling into fourteen lines or more does not seduce me nowadays.
Weird, huh? But I guess that is how it is. Love is only a feeling, and we should just have the guts to "grab a spoon" like Joey Tribbiani said. To overcome any kind of crisis and let our hearts to feel again, to have illusions inside again.
And if we stumble, if it's risky business? Never mind, it is better to wear our heart out instead of staying idle being afraid to be hurt.
Wow! I can't believe all what I am writing hahaha! My eyelids are heavily fighting to close while my willingness of writing is struggling against. But I allow them to be victorious: I have to sleep to dream and see if I steal some inspiration from.
Or I'll just risk myself again.... it's worth the risk! At least I will keep what I've learnt from past experiences...
I'll look for some new inspiration then...
Love,
Hallie
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