Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four
Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part four
cotton in my brain, in my heartContinuing on from asleep but not forgotten, part three of Behind the eyes of a writer™ series, as the wind blows, I know why I'm a writer.
...sometimes slienced
Sometimes the words don’t come—well only the ones that no one wants to hear. These are the times when I need them the most. It’s when I desperately wish I could write a wonderful book just for me to read, so that I will believe that it’s possible to touch another being in this moment.
Now, words frozen inside me, stuck in oblivion, I am clogged and cold. Without the waterfall of thoughts de-corking my heart, I am like stone.
The thoughts are in my heart. My heart is broken. My love has been squashed on and made to feel worthless. All of my feelings—made best into soulful words—have nowhere safe to be.
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