I am not a writer, I am a lover of words.
I don’t write enough to consider myself a writer.
My writing is selfish. My writing is driven by external motives. I find much of it beautiful but understand it took shape under the harsh requirements of my needs. I birthed them out of hunger. I endeavor to make art my bitch, to string up my muses in leather and steel. My writing is an extension of my desire to manipulate and control. I live for the thought that my words will linger inside, words becoming an idea that seeds its way into the darker seas of self. I live to see my hunger reflected in her eyes.
The last year of my life has been an interesting one. I’ve settled and am ill content to remain so. At ease is not a state in which I thrive. I live for periods of unrest followed by brief moments of leisure and decadence. Creating turmoil for the sake of chaos is not the best path out. Creating the possibility of chaos by introducing unpredictable elements into my life is the better path, one more likely to leave me bloodied but still standing.
I am starting with a list. A list of experiences I want to participate in. It will have no particular order. I begin that list today.
unpredictable elements are what make it worth living…..you are a writer if you can affect me as you do. all it takes is one person to find passion in your written word to make you.
-la petite
Brillance. What a great carpe diem feel to this post.
I eagerly await seeing that list unfold.
Part of my problem with my marriage, was the thought that each day would be entirely like the day before, with little room for new people and experiences. It left me unhappy and stifled. Aware that life was passing me by. I am no longer afraid to be bloodied as long as I am still able to walk away. I recognize the risk but I’d rather live with that than with the illusion of safety.
If you don’t consider yourself a writer, you should a poet, your words are often harsh yet ethereal. They have the hazy quality of dreams. I think you are indeed both.
If you are not a writer, you are a damn good pretender !!
Writers make a difference with their words.. you know you do that for many! Don’t toss that off so easily!
I look forward to the list..
I’ve settled and am ill content to remain so. At ease is not a state in which I thrive.
do i ever sympathize…