Okay. I'm posting.

I'm not typing and then saving.
I'm not typing and the deleting.
And I'm not waiting, either.

I am posting this blog, no matter what comes out.

Devo vomitare le parole.

I told LJ the other night about my writer's block.

I told him it's like I have a billion thoughts floating through my head, but they are thought processes that are foreign to my own. I don't form my thoughts the way these thoughts were formed; thus, in my mind, they are but wisps of ideas-- ideas not concrete enough to grasp, even if I could leap that high.

I think it's a good thing. To change the way you think. To forget that you once knew things.

To learn.

I can feel myself changing.
I can feel my heart changing.
It beats differently, now.
And my thoughts, I guess, are simply trying to catch up.

1 comment:

Angie said...

I'm just glad to hear anything from you! I miss you! It was great to see you a few weeks ago. :)