I hate those nights when you have all this creative energy, like you want to write a song, or a novel, or redecorate a room, or paint a picture while listening to Adele. But you don't know how to write or paint.
So really, the best I can do is sit in bed and read Old Letters like a Company of Thieves song. Sometimes someone else's creativity is as close as you can get.
No comments:
Post a Comment