Brainstorming

Aurica was right... Inspiration does come, if you have it in you... You just have to start somewhere. With a song. A song dedicated to Pink Floyd. But so very alive in its own way.
Amazing how a song can unlock the beauty of autumn. The sky you haven't noticed in months... The majestic clouds over the mountain. Trying to find words to describe it...no words, it's like a perfect piece of music - complex, yet in perfect harmony. Airplane traces over the red autumn trees... Seems that we can add something to the beauty of the sky - plane stripes. :)

And after a while
You realize time flies...
And the best thing that you can do
Is take whatever comes to you
'Cause time flies...

She said nothing ever happens
If you don't make it happen...

Little yellow petals in the stroller of my sleeping child... This is the beauty of life... It should always make me cry...like now...

An old man glancing at the trash can... Just briefly, he seems ashamed...
A boy pushing his bicycle with a flat tire...
A mother saying the same syllable to her baby over and over again...
The smell of autumn...
And me, crying, listening to Porcupine Tree, and writing on the back of an old heating bill...
Writing...for the first time in months... Or years?
What makes me write?
Drugs and music.
But drugs are not the way. Or are they?
How do you unlock your mind?
When songs like this touch you once every 3 years?