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.