darkpantomime

I was quiet one night and I decided to write something.  The ususal mental block broke off. I've got nothing to fight it. But suddenly a song played on my iPod.     The soft strumming of the guitars,     the smooth notes of the violin,     and the silky voice of a man singing about the girl of his life. The song was nostalgic.     very nostalgic... It reminded me of the past that I'm trying to forget.   The very reason I was quiet.   The very reason I decided to write. The song was joined by the sudden rain.   it hit the roof noisily,  banging on the metal like a hammer on a nail. The song was overpowered.    What c