Seldom Poetic, always dramatic
I’ve begun writing again. It feels foreign but comforting- but challenging. Words used to flow so easy and now my pen creates dramatized streams of consciousness that make nostalgia more apparent.
Journaling every day with pointless words stretched and repeated until an emotion is conveyed- a discovery to me- helps ease a racing mind.
I’ll be sharing poetry through here, now. As I do not judge my mind for the drafts it concocts in the morning, neither should you. Write and read and write until you recognize how beautiful your mind can be when you allow it the light of day.
Call out of work. Sit outside. Dance.