Ive recently ran into one of my pet peeves. I call them lost melodies. Lost Melodies is a tantalizing blank uprising that makes me rant about my colliding world. It forces me to stomp in the night to the plight that divides me from the whims that I write, making my skin kinda tight. I feel like a parent who doesnt recognize their beloved child. Beguiled to look at them with a face of denial. All because I see the piece yet cant remember how it reads. My dear these are the lost melodies. If only my brain could retain their frame... :/ ... But then comes conception again once my eyes link up with my College Rule Lined girlfriend. I pray Im not as terrible a father this time around while I wait for my abandoned children to be found.
Does this happen to anyone else? You write something that must be read a specific way and some time afterwards you forget how it goes?
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