I have words to say, but I don’t know how to say them. Words that are gasping for breath, that just want out, Words that pining for freedom in this mind that is binding them.
They are suffocating
Yet I don’t know how to free them.
Not yet, not now.
But I need to write, I need to write.
So I write about writing. I have become quite good at that it seems. Writing about writing. Blogging about blogging. Writing is a sacred process that I’m still trying to understand.
It’s quarter to one. I need to write. I have homework to finish. I need to write. Late night? Yes. Tomorrow too probably what’s new?
These bursts of passion come sometimes so much on my mind. I know I have responsibilities. My homework is calling. Yet I can’t keep myself from writing what needs to be written. What needs to be written isn’t coming, so here I am writing about writing.
Writing about writing as I do.
And still, the words won’t come.
Perhaps if I sleep on it…
From February 11, 2015