I'm just listening to Asleep by The Smiths, and i haven't posted a blog in a while and i'm just thinking. I'm thinking about cycles, endless cycles, in my mind it's hard to grasp the concept of infinity, not that it continues forever, but the beginning that was not there. I like the way that, in this generation of artists, people of substance that are praised, i love how much Morrissey affected them so strongly.
It's just that i'm at that age, where things can change my life, not that they can't change it later, it's just that everything has such a big impact on who i become right now. I just want to be proud of my life, you feel this right, the frustration? But back to The Smiths, it just took me back to wallflower, as in the perks of being a wallflower, i think it's a book that speaks to most people and is just wonderful. I must buy one again, i gave mine away as a present.
I often forget how wonderful music is, how much it can inspire, fill me with the urge to create beauty or at least something i feel proud of.
Off to write my future.
Charlie <3
