"I probably still adore you with your hand around my neck, or I did last time I checked"
"You were never meant to belong to me"
"All that we can save will vanish like the flame that you lit your cigarette with and extinguished with a wave"

All words. All lyrics. All just variations of our alphabet, random letters put one after another. And still they make sense. For some people they make so much sense that they touch you in the deepest possible way. Words have the power to make you connect. With the writer. With the singer. With other people's lives and experiences. And most of all... with yourself.

With every song I love I find out more about myself, while discovering different layers of the author's mind at the time he wrote those lines.
I don't know what it is about words that fascinates me so much. There is so much different writing out there. Meaningless, shallow, boring and useless writing. And then there is writing that can touch you, move you, that can start a revolution and make change happen.
And then there is writing that comes from the heart. Honest writing. Thoughtful writing. Like this.

"With a thirst and a hope and a loss of control"

I always long to find out more. About myself, about others about the world and the meaning of things. I hope, I dream, I fantasise. And sometimes I lose control. I lose control over everything, over my own thoughts, over what comes out of my mouth, over my actions and over what I feel. In those moments I lose control, is it still my mind and my heart speaking? Yes. Because everything has to come from somewhere, everything you do and say is immediately a part of you, there is no way of denying it.

Usually I start a blog when I want to communicate something; I have to have a point, or at least a thought I can base my writing on.
In some ways, this blog is pointless.
But it is certainly not meaningless.

There is so much different writing. Writing for you - like this. Writing that other people can see and read and I have to be comfortable with putting out there because there is always a chance of someone reading it and asking me about it.
And then there is my writing, the one I keep for myself, the one I use to put myself together whenever I'm on the verge of losing control, my very own therapy sessions with myself, my thoughts and no one else.

This is neither.