expression

Jun 07, 2009 04:03

I have to express myself. And when I say have to I mean have to as in compulsively have to.



I write bad poetry. I admit it. It's awful stuff but when it wants to come out it takes on a life of it's own. I was driving in the car tonight, on the way home from a friend's birthday party, and I obsessively, compulsively had to write down part of a bad poem. While I was freaking driving.

I write in this blog. You don't see everything I write. Often it's just for me. Sometimes it's so that I can let it all out with an option for feedback.

I write in a journal. I draw, and sometimes I paint but most of my expressions are made up of words put together on screen or on paper but always words.

The truly amazing thing is that all of this expression is my lame attempt at connection with others outside of myself and the other astonishing thing is that I am so very bad at it.

I am the center of my universe and my universe is a lonely place.

thoughts on expression

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