I'm about 90% done with something I started writing today, and I'm worried. I feel like it's a beautiful piece, and among the best I've written. It's almost done, and I could totally just throw some other shit on top and call it finished. I could put crap words on the music and walk away, but this piece is refusing me the option.
It totally sounds crazy I'm sure, but I can't let it leave my hands unpolished and imperfect. I wrote it for someone. I always talk about how I don't really write for people but TO people instead, but this is almost like a musical representation of how I feel.
I have no name or words, but it's intensely personal already.
Staying up and working on it.
Everything looks perfect from here.
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