As I sit here at my desk, I have no idea what I'm writing.
My fingers are gliding across the keyboard, yet they
aren't paying attention to what's being typed. There
are times when the words just flow endlessly through my
fingertips. They form beautifully and fit together perfectly.
I wish those times came often, the times when my letters
could form words and my words could form sentences, all
by themselves. Yet I still realize I write with much more
flow than when I speak. I find it a bit odd, since talking
seems so effortless. But, just watching my thoughts form in
front of me, makes me enjoy writing. As I see each thought
fit together to form an idea, it makes my mind seem more
real. I love expressing myself through speaking, I won't deny
that. But sometimes to truly feel your thoughts and express
your emotions to their fullest extent all you need is your words
and something to write them down on. I just re-read my post,
at first it made no sense, but then I realized that's just how my
thoughts are right now, trying to get the point across, but they
don't know how to.
2 comments:
The beautiful thing about writing is that while what you speak disappears once it hits the air, whatever you write stands forever.
Never stop writing.
the way i write,
no one can understand,
but the way i look at it,
it's the best way to put things if you don't have a picture.
it's your thousand words, waiting for an illustrator to come and draw it up.
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