14.07.15

The problem with ideas. I have come to realize the past year, how much I struggle to fulfill all the ideas I get. Many of them worth working on but what does it matter when it doesn't come to a finish? There is a heavy amount of thoughts that would deserve to materialise. One of them is this corner of cyberspace that I started but eventually forgot about as I usually do. I want to write. To film. To dance. Share it. Here. Make a space to be proud of. Written words that could lead me into finding a hobby which I have been longing for the past months. The intentions are always there. Not the language and not the typing. Instant mental blocks. This is troublesome. Goodnight.