Today i asked myself whether or not I have forgotten how to write.
No... no, I don't think that I have forgotten how to write, I don't think we ever do.
Sometimes I think that I forget my feelings, I forget how to feel them. They brush lightly against me like moths finding their way in the dark. Loneliness mostly. Moths know loneliness.
But writing isn't ever the same to me. I like writing when nobody is caring to read, i just write to my own-self, maybe 10 years later.
I don't mean to make a fuss, or sound greedy, or selfish, or like I am not wanting to share.
I do want to share.
It's only that, if we don't write for us, we get lost, don't we?
No... no, I don't think that I have forgotten how to write, I don't think we ever do.
Sometimes I think that I forget my feelings, I forget how to feel them. They brush lightly against me like moths finding their way in the dark. Loneliness mostly. Moths know loneliness.
But writing isn't ever the same to me. I like writing when nobody is caring to read, i just write to my own-self, maybe 10 years later.
I don't mean to make a fuss, or sound greedy, or selfish, or like I am not wanting to share.
I do want to share.
It's only that, if we don't write for us, we get lost, don't we?
