Impossibilities. It's impossible to be idle. Impossible to not try. Impossible not to scream. For more.
Category: Thoughts on Writing
Sluggish, Stale, a bucket of Water
Stagnant. That's the feeling. When everything boils over--when the time comes to find those hidden feelings buried under the mud--there's a familiar feeling. And it's not stagnation. There's a sense of rebirth. And, a sense of hope. A different type of hope. One more akin to a passion to continue. A fight to push forward …
State of Mind
It's supposed to be with feeling. But all I feel is...It's supposed to be therapeutic. But all I see is...It's supposed to be tranquil. But all I taste is...I'm supposed to be me. But all I accomplish is...There's supposed to be peace. But all I hear is...The songs down the line.
Insight
There are quite a few questions, a platter of quirks and plagues, that worm through my brain. But, I feel I am learning. I feel a gain in knowledge. An increase in folds. Because I'm thinking. Over and over and over and over. Pushing and trying, over and over. When my eyes close, I only …
One Word
A transformation is happening. The spaces between are fragile. Fatigue and muck cuts a diabolical combo. There's always a balance. Always a change. Not a crack. A clean split. Smooth.A line is drawn either way. And, what is left at the absolute bottom?A core remains at every ending. For me, that's---
Perspective
There's a lot. There's always plenty.Who am I? What am I? Anxiety, depression, PTSD, bipolar---so many things. But, through all that, I am still a....Writer.
Doctrine
Minds scatter, that's how it seems to work. I try to collect the pieces. I always try to see the brighter side, the better side, the "right" side--Minds scatter. Pieces spread to infect other pieces. Both ways. So, where are my thoughts today? Right now--Limbo. Because I'm never done. I may not be happy with …
Lazarus
a single word, all that's there, the only thought about, that tracks with tricks to maybe try again,dying, to breathe,rebirth to a state of tears,thinking only thoughts about,trying again
Never Going Away
The anonymous nature of writing helps me process. I write my feelings, I write my ideas, and I hope so much for my own skill to rise. I have high expectations. For myself. I've written many things just in the past year. The posts on this blog have helped me understand. Or, I've finally gotten …
Cenotaph
Spotting one leopard spotWilted, the heart hurts, just trying to bloom belowthe snow, inside the shallowhall, adorned with red, blue, purple,black, yellow, green, light brown,wilted but never fading.
Just Buckle Down 