Mirrorhouse

Yesterday I wrote a song, and as I wrote it, I fell in love with it.

Today, I hate it.

As I looked over what were beautiful lyrics, I had the utmost resentment for them. Like it was unoriginal, like it wasn't my own - even though it is.

It makes me really angry to be feeling as great as I have and am discovering all sorts of new found happiness. Why? Because I'm 23 and so many people around me have known these deep and profound feelings for years, or at least have discovered it and it makes me feel retarded that I'm only beginning to find it now.

The song is a love song, and I use a mirrorhouse filled with smoke as a giant metaphor for the adventure of falling in love, and while I felt I was being original, I finally realized the deepness of the metaphor that has been used over and over in music and poetry. Until now, I've never felt any emotions close to how I've been feeling the last few days and while I wrote the song.

First and possibly last love song ever.

Most people would be excited and looking forward to their newfound journey, but this is really fucking inconvenient.

And terrifying.