Here and Gone

It's been taking me a lot to get motivated lately.
Usually it's just a lyric. Or a picture. Or a movie. Or an idea. Or a color. If you want to think I'm pretentious, that's OK. If you want to think I'm creative, thank you. I chalk it up to being very easily influenced by random shit.

I just now saw a picture of a chick from the '50s with super-elegant liquid eyeliner and pinstriped pants. I thought, "I should wear super-elegant liquid eyeliner and pinstriped pants."
Sometimes these urges fade.
Sometimes they stick around.

It seems that lately they sparkle and fade within the same millisecond, and I find myself always waiting for the next creativity train to roll in.

I've spent the past month tapping my foot, checking the clock.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

It feels like something is beginning to come back, though. I don't blog here often, but I'm doing it now. That's something, right?

Anyway. Now that I'm here, I thought I'd direct your attention there again.
It'll be more music based.
I have a feeling that I'll spend more time there because music is all I ever seem to want to talk about these days anyway.
... I'm kind of a one-trick pony like that.