I woke up this morning and it was raining very hard, but it didn't bother me. I haven't gone out since Thursday night, I'm recharging my battery before starting university (yes, it's a thought I can't get rid of).
Anyway, I'm neither sad nor bored today. It's already 4 p.m. and I love when time seems to pass by so fast, it makes me feel like I had had a busy day. Maybe it is because I have been playing 'Cooking fever' for an hour or so (it is called like that for a reason!).
I'm going to write another of my songs this afternoon, I have this tune stuck in my head and I feel the necessity to turn it into music. I love singing: it is one of the few activities that prevents me from looking at the clock (I'm a bit obsessed with time, did you ever imagine that?).
But singing something you created is magic, there aren't other words to describe it. You feel like you're pouring your heart out. You forget about technique and yet every sound you produce sounds perfect, because it is not controlled. It's something spontaneous and liberating.