For some time, seeming eternal, something was lost. once found again im back. there's no end to the inspiration i feel.
I need a pack of cigarettes and im ready.
Won't be much action here though, i need to write down all of what im feeling, and i write in swedish...
mayby i could do some studiowork, but that means a lot of preparations, since i just moved and.. yeah you know.

I met this girl a while back, we did some really great stuff togheter, and i found much insight in her company, now when she's gone...
i felt without the will to live or the need to die.
now
i feel once again the endless inspiration of loneliness in my life
wiser now than i was then

I love it, once again im actually creating something genuine,
fuckin hurts though