winterwar (story)

Was sitting in my living room after working hard all day. Trying to read and drinking tea. But this feeling inside. anxiety. creativity. Her. poetry flowing as fire in my heart. Music like blood boiling in my veins. need guitar. need pen. need notebook. Not sure what will happen. You never know. So then i started to put this feeling into words and music. Something was becoming alive. Decided to record what happened next. .