Lets call it untitled

Well now, everything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in atlantic city

- Atlantic City, Bruce Springsteen. 

Mumford&Sons covered "Atlantic City" and the song has been stuck on repeat in my head for the last few days. I don't know if it is because of the weather or of it is simply my romantic heart. Almost feels like a movie. Records everywhere, player on, few rays of sunlight coming through the window - and the protagonist laying on the floor. 

Writing these entries always seems kind of pointless. I can barely understand what i feel most of the time and putting it out there only makes it more real. I am human, sometimes happy, sometimes not, lately mostly mad ;D At people, life, events, missed opportunities. Patience has never been one of my virtues. Part of my "charming character". What i do know is i need a few rays of sunshine, inspiration wise. Whether figuratively or literally speaking.

                                          

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.”

― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged