Monday, 29 July 2013

A7: S7 - The Magic of Music



As I mentioned in an earlier post, I've always had an odd relationship with music.

I've never been one to be distraught if caught off-guard without my headphones, or spend endless nights weeping because my favourite band will never know I exist, but music is something which I have a very passionate and tempestuous love/hate affair with.

I know, it sounds ridiculous and contradictory coming from a singer, songwriter and (albeit amateur) musician, but hey, I'm pretty much the mistress of hypocrisy.

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

A7: S6 - Crushing





Well gosh darn-ding-dang-doodly-damn it.

I'd been doing so well. 

But, *sigh* I've only gone and bloomin' well done it.

I'm C-r-u-s-h-i-n-g. 


Monday, 22 July 2013

A7: S5 - The Clarity





Recently, my posts here have been more like a diary rather than the frustrated philosophical and spiritual debates that I once begun with. 

But I have by no means forgotten my rationale behind creating this blog, and lately, my absence in discussing these is due to being caught in a very bizarre place in my own mind, a place that even I find difficult to curate the words for. 

So I guess I'll start at the beginning.

Monday, 15 July 2013

A7: S3 - Lovers Visions




Does your mind ever make you see things, or make you notice things which you cannot possibly begin to explain?

Yet inside your own head you can understand and comprehend these things completely, but only when you try and put words to them, only upon voicing them do you realise how clinically insane you sound?

This happens to me a lot.