It’s odd what can stir a body to write when there has been no impetus for awhile…
I began I post this morning about something that has disturbed me greatly for the last few days, only to realize that it was something I just could not post in this forum.
Many people believe that the act of writing is cathartic, and it may be so, but sometimes the pain will simply not be disuaded so easily. In those cases, we live with our newfound understanding and push on, as that is what we must do to survive and thrive in this world. However, even though there might be some remnant that hurts one’s heart, it is somehow transformed by the act of writing.
As I wrote that never-to-be-posted post, I was reminded of a song lyric by Anna Nalick, and so I will close with that. Then I will move on and do what I do, and try to write more often.
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to
But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
oh breathe, just breathe.
oh breathe, just breathe