IndieSoul
6th September 2009, 01:43 AM
I really like writing prose instead of poetry. I feel that it expresses what I'm trying to say better, and it's much easier to write. Most of this is just random thoughts jotted down in paragraph form, but what do you think? I wrote it after a therapy session that left me feeling unheard and disappointed. Writing always helps me sort out the feelings.
From my journal last night…
I just felt like it was over - that the hardest parts were over. That there was nothing left to talk about, and that all we could do is wait. Wait for the impending hell that school could possibly be…wait for a change in my life that would require many sessions to bring out into the open. Into my concious mind where I would work at dealing with it, at resolving the issue, one day at at time.
I have no idea where this thought is going - all I can and want to do right now is write. The blank lines before me don’t create fear - I am in charge of them. I can write whatever I please. No, a blank canvas is certainly more intimidating to me. But these lines on the paper are my friends. Each one, with it’s own separate personality, can spark something in me - a new reaction. And then I can record that feeling here, verbatim.
You see, this is what I do. Out of everything I’ve done before - all the hobbies and ridiculous attempts at finding my “thing”, this one has remained an interest for the longest time, and it’s definitely the most productive. It is the ONLY way, I swear, that I am able to express all this built-up tension and emotion inside. Really, I can do nothing else.
I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, or sounds good. It just came out as I wrote - that's the magical thing about it, I guess.
From my journal last night…
I just felt like it was over - that the hardest parts were over. That there was nothing left to talk about, and that all we could do is wait. Wait for the impending hell that school could possibly be…wait for a change in my life that would require many sessions to bring out into the open. Into my concious mind where I would work at dealing with it, at resolving the issue, one day at at time.
I have no idea where this thought is going - all I can and want to do right now is write. The blank lines before me don’t create fear - I am in charge of them. I can write whatever I please. No, a blank canvas is certainly more intimidating to me. But these lines on the paper are my friends. Each one, with it’s own separate personality, can spark something in me - a new reaction. And then I can record that feeling here, verbatim.
You see, this is what I do. Out of everything I’ve done before - all the hobbies and ridiculous attempts at finding my “thing”, this one has remained an interest for the longest time, and it’s definitely the most productive. It is the ONLY way, I swear, that I am able to express all this built-up tension and emotion inside. Really, I can do nothing else.
I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, or sounds good. It just came out as I wrote - that's the magical thing about it, I guess.