It was hard keeping up with the practice.

IT was only a month of it and he was holding him back and holding himself from typing that one sentence that can take him to the other side of the sun and the moon and the little things that are never talked about.

He was also at the crosshair of what he should do next and how would it be if he took that setup. Because something was different. He could feel it and she was the same. It was a hit of pure sunshine but he knows the sun always sets and then it rises again and it goes on. He knew he wasn't looking for it but it hit like a truck. It wasn’t planned and the next things which will come, he was, in itself forced to think about it.

His main interest is still in creating more music and writing. To do all that, he has to go back into capitalism. There’s one more thing. He never thought about it. It’s there lingering around and goes in hiding and comes again as he goes ahead. He has to deal with it at some point in time. But he talked with her. And he feels good about it.

But there is a lot to do, a lot to feel and a lot to give. He doesn’t need anything in return, he just wants to create. realistically, he needs to make money.