Help?

I need help. To help myself though, not from others because there's a load of contradictions between one and another.

You see, I've seperated myself from my music. My music was my music to feed my soul, my mind. Something about life came and tore it away...

The music binds with web after web of complications, but I can't feel the effect. It's there, but hidden behind what seems to be a fog. There's a fog from what I used to be, there what I am at the moment. It's difficult for me not to argue with myself, I'm trying to feed for my greater good but I'm in a muzzle.

Back and forth goes the un-sanded anchor into my soul. In and out. I need to help myself. I need to keep the anchor in, for my happyness! The quality of life hasn't lived up to it's pre-molded expectations. It's funny how music will mold life, but life will mold music as well.

So far my life has molded the music I hear. From a point on in 2009, the music molded me.

I guess I'm an unfinished project, but isn't everyone? Helping myself isn't the case, it's molding myself that's been the problem.