I've decided that (at least for now) I'm leaving. My inspiration is lacking, and my desire to pursue any more writing is beyond waning. My final publication will be this next week, when I submit my Music History term paper in the form of a tanka. I don't really care if I never write outside of class again, right now. I have my own other forms of expression, and I'm sick of all this crap I find when I sit down to write. Yes, everything I write is off the cuff, so, if I happen to find inspiration again, I may pick up the pen once more, but for now, I'm through with it. I'll probably keep up the blog, but as far as poetic or prose submissions, don't expect much--you'll only disappoint yourself.
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I had my horn studio recital last night. I was very high on Vicodin during the performance, so I don't remember much. I've been told it was quite good. I just remember being in searing pain by the end of it, though this time, I could still hold a pitch. I'm looking forward to next semester, though. 10 classes for 15 hours of credit. Hooray for being a music major. If it weren't for my 5 hour Chemistry course/lab, I would be taking 8 classes, yet not be considered a full-time student. How's that for crazy?
Alright, that's it. I'm out. Frieden.
William A. Corder
'He who knows others is learned. He who knows himself is wise.'
'Tomorrow will take us away,
Far from home--
No one will ever know our names,
But the bards' songs will remain.
Tomorrow, all will be known,
And You're not alone,
So don't be afraid
In the dark and cold
'Cause the bards' songs will remain.
They all will remain
In my thoughts and in my dreams
They're always in my mind....
Come close Your eyes;
You can see them, too.'
The Bard's Song: Into the Forest