i've been waiting for some inspiration
for some mental stimulation
something weird or something cool
something sweet or cruel
but all stays hidden
or forbidden
no stories to quote
new feelings i wrote
a tear and a half
for the stranger that laughs
a smile on a string
for the recollections you bring
boy, i can't rhyme for the life of me. haven't written a poem since i was eight, and with reason as you can see. i just don't know what to write anymore. a misty veil has formed itself around my mind, my thoughts don't seem to come through anymore. i can feel new ideas lying, lingering, waiting for my touch, but i can't reach them. my mind won't open up.
winter is coming soon. i can feel it everywhere. leaves are falling, they're selling chestnuts in the streets, the air gets chillier everyday. we're going to shanghai the day after tomorrow, i hope it'll be warmer there...
first song of the day: "blue" by joni mitchell