Revamped

I've started working on writing again, mostly affected by the fact that I've fallen back into love (which is pretty rare for me but this is a good thing), and a lot of my stories I'm currently writing seem to have allusions towards him. Whatever it is, it's working and it's made writing more bearable.

Panic! At the Disco is releasing a new album, which I've preordered because the sound of Brendon Urie's voice is pretty fucking awesome. Even if you don't like them, if you like my writing you'll have to deal with it. They're the inspiration for most everything I've written to date.

And for closing, here's a tidbit of a story I think I might start writing seriously soon:

The shatter of the world around me was breathtaking, like time had frozen in place and I'd been left there standing. No one spoke, no one looked... the world had seemingly stopped for just those few moments and I was the only one consciously aware of it. This moment in time, whatever it was, seemed to be frozen for me. There's no reason though--there's no one here that I like; there's nothing I recognize; it's not even memory worthy. So why now? Is there a lesson that I'm supposed to be taking in? I'm not capable of osmosis or whatever crap is expected of this.

My breath released, pent-up in my lungs, and the world began to move again. I know I had aboslutely nothing to do with it, but the pure fact that it seemed to freeze for me was breathtaking. If reality were this easy, I wouldn't be forced to live in this fantasy so often. The thoughts that people would stop and stare at me, the thoughts that attention was all that I ever needed--it was pleasant. I like this feeling.