My brother’s best friend killed himself over Thanksgiving break last fall. I hadn’t seen him for years even though we’d known him forever, but his death resonated in the hollows of my soul like enormous brass bells were inside of me. 409 more words
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One problem I have with myself and the things I create is making me quite frankly
i n s a n e.
If I write a song the first thing I’ll do is bury it deep in my notebook archive and hide it from the world; the second is recording it very quickly when I get the urge, with just a few repetitions before; and lastly, to publish it… and then a day later (sometimes even a few hours after) comes the regret of even writing it, let alone putting it out there for the world to hear. 443 more words