unsteady steps

I `m making music again. Its coming out of me like whimsical hiccups. 

Uncontrollably unplanned and strange. 

I`m not used to making music from good places. At one time I was sure that my first album would be called Depression songs..(depressing, right?)

Songs of love, hope and wisdom never occurred to me as real. Not as real as pain

darkness and melancholy was in my life.

Well they are actually..

And so my creativity became a mess.

I`m a mess.

But I will try to make it sound beautiful along the way..