Lost

I want to write. but going for a good subject is hard.

I want to inspire. yet be inspired to write. but where do u go with that? where do you get it from?

Does it matter what i say when all i can say might not be the most pleasant thing to hear.

Wether to tell the truth or to comfort.

Everything's a question. Nothing is real. and so far people's feelings are neither.

To have that feeling. you've been lied to.

You cant just stay in you're bubble and let time freeze just because something didnt go ur way. 

sadly i see that now.

Hereby i also share my newest playlist, an inspiracion to my writing 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7xwiVgj2aayLoxYUvZPmax?si=f414aadea2e6475b

The year 1896, seemed more comforting than the lives from today. 

you didnt know that much about the outside world. or. seen.

people needed their town to grow. mightve been rough for racism or feminism.

But what if time could go back, what year would you make it?

Like i would love a house like that. it seems more lively. the way u always need to go outside. it seems more fun then... this?

Soo much rules etc most of them didnt exist back then i think.