Music and Memories

Good Evening,

You may wonder what I am doing tonight. Just writing some here, not too much. I wanted to share a view of the other side of the world. Doesn't look that much different than your own backyard, I suppose. A fried of mine took this picture with their webcam to show me what their world was like. I'm not a big webcam guy, having only owned one once. I am not that technologically advanced yet. This blog and a few forum websites are my maximum exposure I think.

Even when I write I prefer to write with pen on paper over this typing on a laptop. I can remember being at work, or in class, and sneaking in personal time to write something down. Sometimes I would finish a long poem or two in less than an hour. I could not help it. There was a feeling inside of me that had to be expressed, if for no other reason than I felt it. My muse, she encouraged me to never hide how I felt, yet there were times I am sure that she worried about what I could write. I had my times of self doubt and depression, and sometimes still do to a degree fight those feelings.

One of the sources for my writing has been music. It makes me smile and sing and cry and basically every emotion that you can feel. Last night I put on some Mozart and Vivaldi looping on the laptop while I slept. Hadn't done that in awhile. Was somewhat soothing to sleep to the Four Seasons.

I wasn't going to get into this tonight, but I spoke to my muse some this morning. After breakfast but before I got to work. We haven't been that close and thus my writings, at least the sappy romantic poems, had slowed down with sadder ones coming out more often. I m not proud of them, except that I was feeling them so it was better to write them down to get those feelings out. I miss her lately more than I have in the past. I gues I will always miss her. She is out there just out of sight in the picture above. Sometimes I would imagine myself stepping through that picture and being there by her pool. One day that will come to pass, but right now it is time to dream again.

Good night,

Nate