I find it strange that in a time when I'm having some of the deepest emotions I have ever known, I am finding it so hard to write.
In moments of high school or college devastation, the words and the poetry and the songs flowed from my hands like water - albiet turbulent water. And sometimes I wrote beautiful, heartbreaking words when nothing significant was happening at all - just because I could.
But right now, I can't.
I know that it's because that Instinctual Survival-Wall (the one I thought was long gone) has been resurrected in me. And right now it's keeping such a close watch on my heart. Not letting anything get in to hurt me - but also not letting much of anything get out.
And I need a release.
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