I am a presciber of laughable matters, and desires that we magnitize measured by our most common of common troubles. Today I wrote the first song I have written in a very long time, and suddenly I feel the refreshing frame of mind I feel when I am inspired. The song's basic idea is one I thought of and tried writing a long, long time ago. It turned out being a lot more powerful (to me) than it would have with the less subtle meaning it had back then. And this backs up the sincerity I could have thought temporarily to have been pure laziness when I said "I'm not ready to write this yet," to many of the things I've taken breaks from. Today I feel I've hit yet another stage with art. I also feel as though I've broken barriers that were fear and censorship. I found excuse to wear a skirt today, as it was mismatch day for Spirit Week at school, and this was something that I was afraid to attempt because of forces that are not opened to the same thoughts as I am, but of all things I could have found uncomfortable about wearing a skirt, I only found the pants I wore beneath it (to technically still mismatch), to be the most inappropriate. I wore red make up on my eye proudly, and felt very lovely with it on, and I hope the owner of such nice paint lets me wear it again very soon. Hint. I hope a wave of creativity strikes me soon, and I continue art and writing, the way I have felt with it. The way I feel with it at this very moment. -And it was good