the unromance...

of Music

Recording is hard work.
Perfect practise makes perfect, and you need to be practising the right thing or else your final product will turn pear shaped.
Doing takes over and over again strips away the magic. I hate it.
But listening to a beautiful, self-composed, well produced song at the end of it is all worth it somehow.


of Waiting

Being in limbo.
Knowing emotional connection exists, and the potential for spiritual growth together but also,
knowing it's time to grow alone instead.
Missing them incessantly.
Throwing self in "meaningless toil" to occupy mind.


of Prayer

When it's not you in tears, or you in heightened euphoria, but you in ok, fairly familiar, comfortable territory. And there is nothing important enough to really pray about, you feel.


of Wisdom

It's terrible. It's like the annoying parent who always seems to be right.
Waiting.