Surely there is something better you might say. And I would have to concede that there may be. To me, however, there is very little to naught that compares with it. A possessive, intimate kiss or the arms of a child wrapped tight around the neck. Those may compare. This is something so solitary in sensation that I have been unable to conjure the words to express how it draws me. It calls to me even when I am miles away. A temptress leading me from this world and into that which only exists in black and white. To people I’ve never met, but with whom I’ve had many conversations. To places I know in minute detail, but on whose ground I have never set foot. It drags me like wind pulls snow to drift across a barren road. And when it achieves its goal I too feel complete.
I know it’s been a long time since I posted anything. I know that you are supposed to be consistent if you are going to have blog posts on your page. Yes…I am a terrible blogger! I haven’t updated my actual blog (An Attempt At Release) in forever. Just looked – May of last year. Yikes.
Anyway, I was sitting down to write today and the words above came to me. I feel a sense of peace wash over me when I am getting ready to write. I know it is what I am truly meant to do because it is what brings me the most peace and happiness. I struggle with anxiety, depression, and PTSD, but all of that disappears when I sit down to write. I don’t feel like that broken person when I am sitting in front of my computer writing my stories or poetry. I am just an author telling stories. It is so freeing and I have no idea what can compare to it.
FEEL FREE TO CONNECT WITH ME!
