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.