They say... Everyhting has already been said.

Same themes of love, friendship, war, betrayal, misfortune..

Nothing new under the sun

Why keep writing .... why do we regurgitate.

Because our feelings, our ideas are not monoliths, they are lively mesh of archaic origin

In essence they can never be fully translated into any man made language.

be it music or any form of storytelling.

Its all an attempt of represtation, an apporximation of something that is ungraspable

But when we capture its essence we feel exilirated

 In reallity we are not alone.

and fleeting. 

Interconnected by this worldy experience

that we have solid proof we are alle one and the same.

I just cant listen to music. Its too densly, compacted with feelings.

Directly injecten in my bloodstream through my ears.

People think Im weird that I dont listen to music but It should be the other way round.

How can you just click on play and let an outside source completly change your mood and your thoughs.

It should be illegal to play with emotions so instantly.

Maybe I am doing it wrong?

Maybe I have had my guard up too long that I mistrust anything that tries to get to my core without being vetted first.

Maybe I feel too much and I am too aware how fragile the heart is.

Especially one that is full of cracks and crevices.

Its not that I dont like music its that I dont want old wounds to get irritated.

But maybe its the only way to mend the cracks. By overflowing them with emotions so that new narratives can strengthen the whole.

For now, I will keep thinking on this. Maybe Im onto something.

Get the world on their knee

Otherwise it will get yours

Trying something new

I dony like thid idea

new one