The gap has never felt this insurmountably huge...to the point that I question whether I should even continue to draw/self-identify as one who draws--and hitting a note too close to depression as soon as I realize I'd even formed that thought in the first place.
Mini directional/identity crisis.
This guy, for instance, does not ever sit down to compose either melody or lyrics. During recording/production stage, he simply improvises tunes and words that come to him as he listens to the voiceless music the rest of the band has put together. In one interview, he says it pours from him as surely (and readily, and effortlessly) as blood flows from an open wound. This, especially on stage, is his sole mode of expression, conveyance...and general existence.
Let us also not forget this guy. At 5'7" and 96 pounds, his inability to gain weight and deliver enough power became an actual problem in recent years as the band's sound increasingly demanded it. The fix? He regularly wears 1kg (2.2 lb) weights on his limbs while he plays. As in, always in the studio, and during every single damned live. Between tours this past November, he was rushed to the ER for stress fractures in his ribs. He said: I can still play. And continued to play they did, until Kyo finally sunk in early 2012.
I repeat: I want to pour forth. I don't demand that I have a conviction in life as absolute as what these men have in what they do. I simply wish I could break my floodgate in self-expression. Since when have I become repressed-by-default to this degree?
There has to be a stronger word than "envy" in this vocabulary.




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