Writers block, Concert, Sick Puppies

So, I went to the battle of the bands at the Ky theatre. There was some good stuff, surprisingly. Not exactly a big fan of hardcore stuff, but there was some good alternative going on. Best Selling Authors played, I really enjoyed their show. It was nice to hang out with all of my friends again, and I always meet new people at concerts. I ended up talking to a kid who pierced his tongue himself, he customized his wheelchair, too.

I also watched "One flew out of the cuckoos nest" which was a great movie. I cried though, when Billy died. He made an interesting character, and I'd like to figure out how to somehow weave his personality into my story. He reminds me of my friend Ian; very smart and thoughtful, but also troubled inside.

I'm stumped, suffering from writer's block. Again. All I can get out is a few crappy lines of poetry, barely good enough to turn into something better.

I'm in a melancholy mood today (is that how you spell it?) so I'll leave you with the lyrics to The Sick Puppies song "All the Same"

I don't mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I don't like illusions I can't see
Them clearly

I don't care nor I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do
I don't mind
I don't care
As long as you're here.

Go ahead tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back, running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
Its all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again

It's all the same

Hours slide and days go by until you decide to go
But in between it always seems too long; too sudden.
But I have the skill and I have the will to breathe you in while I can
However long it takes is all that I am.

Wrong or right
Black or white
If I close my eyes it's all the same

In my life
The compromise
Is to close my eyes
It's all the same.