Not having to think about anything is driving me crazy. I haven't written anything poetry wise in ages, I barely write in my diary anymore and I'm even going off reading! I'm on a book called Gypsy at the minute, about an orphan girl in the 1800's who goes to America in search of fortune but I just can't be arsed sitting down long enought to get properly into it.
I miss feeling creative, when I would write vivid descriptions of things and poems and spend hours painting or making collages for my wall. I miss watching French and Spanish films and listening to The Rasmus for ages analysing the lyrics until my head exploded.
No comments:
Post a Comment