I am indeed not quite sure of which words to speak. Sometimes my mind is filled with such wonders of love and conflict and tales of the mystic, or the quite ordinary. But then there also comes times when the front of m head feels like aching. I suppose this is one of those times. Still, I feel the need of expressing muself. Of which tales to tell, I am not sure, even if I once did. It is like that with inspiration, I guess. It comes and goes as it iself pleases. Yet, I find myself wonderfully in love with the feeling of great words coming to me for no semingly reason…

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