I feel as if a dream I had has kind of upped and died based off of one person's feedback on my work. Two people have given me positive feedback, but the other person was very upfront and honest, said I didn't sound professional enough. Knowing me, I'd still fantasize about being a singer, but I think my place is behind the keys.
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
I feel like going back to when I was a kid, when everyone was still alive and the world seemed like a great, loving, and understanding place to be. OH WELL! looks like I need to snap back to the real world.
"I put the fires out."
"you made them worse."