Friday, January 6, 2012


I've been writing like crazy lately. Almost like I'm going crazy. Like my mind won't turn off - it doesn't know how. All day. All night. Every minute it feels like some new thing bursts into me with extreme force and I can't stop it. But instead of letting it pummel me into tiny pieces, I take it and shape it and try to make something out of it. Something new - something I've never heard before that I want to hear. Something that feels right.
Inspiration is strange…I don't know where it comes from. I don't know how I can get some. It's like this obsolete drug that is almost impossible to find. But, sometimes, like now, I get my hands on a whole stash of it and I can feel it pulsing inside of me, breaking down walls and screaming…screaming to just. get. out.
It's beautiful. It's like I'm another person and I get lost in it all.
And that's how I write my songs. It's an out of body experience that I can never quite remember.
I love it. I crave the insane, the drive, the motivation. When I can't sit still and ideas just race through me and out of me. When I open my mouth and a new melody just erupts out of my throat from somewhere deep down inside. A place that I could never reach if tried to - but believe me, it's there. And it's just waiting for that little spark of inspiration to coax it out of hiding so that it can be free.
And I never want it to stop.