oki so i'm here listening to an album i created called the Intimate Ballad. Its strange that the feelings i felt when i created it can never relate to how i feel when i want to listen to it. And thats strange.
I mean i made it at a time that i was mellowed out, poetic, appreciative, inspired.
And when i want ot listen to it i feel saddened, mindfully wasted although i'm still poetic
I guess this is just another one of those times i point out something strange to me...
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