I am trying to be productive here and such... alas it is difficult when your imagination runs a muck in your mind but refuses to be pinned down on paper or what have you in any sembelance of an artistic nature. These story lines, characters, images, verses... they have no where to go and only prove to make my head explode. Yes, inspiration can be a curse my friends. Perhaps I am better off being a muse, merely telling others these ideas so that something can be done with them. For I cannot produce anything myself. Still I cling to these ideas and tales for they are mine and some how quite pleasantly, mine alone. Perhaps that is how they are meant to be. I wished to share, but since I cannot, I will not.




<3 Wonderlost