Fyrek, my Love.

Allright, it's been a while, apprantly.
Not so much because I haven't written as that I seem to have deleted the blogs that dealt with things deeper than pee-stains and such.

Which was stupid. Why censor yourself?

Have to share this piece of news: Fyrek has given me one of the most beautiful gifts I could ever wish for, so beautiful even that I didn't bother to wish for it in the first place. I was only supposed to hang out at his place for an hour or so, but after hearing what he had to show me, I couldn't help but take over his computer and write down text as fast as my little fingers could manage. Two whole lines. Then four, then eight, then three verses.

Let me tell you, I could not be more grateful to Fyrek than i am now. There is no greater gift than letting me a piece of music from which to lure words. Except - as with Fyrek - for giving me a piece of music where I don't have to coax any words out, they just fall into your lap as the song plays. And it was so tragically beautiful that it had to revolve around the Midas touch.