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There was once a time when this was all but just a dream. A horrid, yet beautiful dream. Or even, maybe... A nightmare. When I sought all my fantasies, my hopes. Not knowing they would someday fall down around my being slowly. Slowly, but surely. I would be wondering what I have done. Or, maybe... What I didn't do. What I wanted to do... But couldn't. Scared? Maybe. Afraid? Heck yes. Scared of what? Afraid of what? Nothing? Everything? All of it. Scared and afraid of all of that which would hold my future. Yet uncertain, I have hope. Hope that, with a little luck and correct planning, my future will pan out just fine... Because I am the one who holds my future now. I am grateful for everything, and nothing at all. Am I grateful for nothing? No. Am I grateful for receiving nothing in return? Yes I am. There's a difference, you see... In being grateful for nothing... And grateful for nothing.
Weary, shaky hand to blank, white paper. "What to write" thoughts go through my head as I think endlessly, only to come up empty-handed. I would write 24/7 if I only could, but alas, I cannot. So these thoughts in my head are trapped, only to be released like a calming storm when I feel so. I do not get bursts of inspiration often. Only when certain things come to mind. I could write about anything, and everything. So I do. When the thoughts get jumbled up with no hope of straightening themselves, that's when it becomes a Freewrite. I try to find something to write about every day. Whether it be an essay, a Freewrite, or even a poem... I try to write at least once every day. I do not think I could write more than 3 times a day... Not enough inspiration in the day for that. At night is when I feel inspired, but by that time I am too tired to write a thing. If I could build myself a writing room, with nothing but pen, paper and computer, then I would. I would store my works on bookshelves, to be seen by wondering eyes. That is my dream. To have a writing room, and maybe a library for my reading. However, I would also like my works to be published one fine day. That is one of my biggest dreams about being a writer... To let the world read my works, and let them see the world through my eyes. Written by Me - April 11, 2011 at 3:00 PM