Hmm so...

last time we talked about spring. In fact i only mentioned like 3 times without saying nothing about it, but hey... here it is. (It's funny how people automatically write a blog entry about the season that just popped in. "9 am in the morning... i look out the window... it's snowing ... COWABUNGA! i rush to turn my laptop on without even taking a shover or drinking my coffee and write a post about winter". Yes. this scenario would do it.)

(listening to Pink Floyd btw.) So... i realised how much i missed this season today, while smoking a fag on the balcony with a friend of mine, taking little sips of whisky out of out glasses and listening to surf rock. Your thoughts just flew away while starring at the deep blue sky and you could relax. Nothing better on a wednesday afternoon. ( Huh... my describing abilities reached theyre limit :P )

And yet, with the comming of spring i waited for a change, and by change i don't mean changes of the weather. No, i thought that my inspiration would come back to me. It's like something took it from me -.- . Why i expected that the comming would change something in me ? Simple. Because nothing really big changed during the past months in my life and the weather/season is something i can not influence or change. Of course there are several other things that i can't influence too. Spring just came. So, i'll count the days until something will change. (Counting days (?) ... don't even try to find a sense in what i'm saying. It's just a person talking to you, a person who is desperate in getting his inspiration back.)

Hey, that could be a potential name for the title of this blog : "In search of my inspiration". (Sounds gay, if you ask me...)