Thank you so much!!! I like to say that I don't really write my poetry - it just kinda comes out whenever and I have no control over what it's about. I observe a lot, which helps to understand...life...(?), and I also read A LOT A LOT!!! a lot of people tell me i'm very, like, mature and responsible when really i'm just trying to write about what I think the world is about, which sometimes it's not, and sometimes I don't know what to say! Thanks for your support!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33
I too have a gratitude journal. . . tired, not used enough yet worn out. It is a magical thing, writing like that.
It is magic, this power you wrote about. I still feel it even as my journal lies forgotten. When I open my bedroom window and breathe in the frozen air to pray, the gratitude often overwhelms me, as if my writing became words.
Come to think of it, maybe my gratitude journal is written among the stars.
I'd like to do something involving creative writing. I don't know what specific job yet. I'm hoping college can help me explore and then refine my options.
Dang, this is incredible! Brings back such memories for me! One of my very favorite albums growing up, and you did it justice. Props for the font especially!
Ahh, it's clear you're writing about a very special time, I could feel the joy behind your words! You really managed to use every sense to describe the experience: sight, smell, taste, touch, sound. Such a visceral telling of a wholesome collection of memories! I especially loved the details about your purple-stained fingertips and the book you read every year as part of the tradition.
I don't know that such feelings can be controlled, either, or that they should be. Uncertainty is as much a part of life as the love and death you also speak of (which reminds me of that one quote, something like, "The only certainty in life is uncertainty," or "The only constant is change.") Uncertainty breeds insecurity and self-doubt, which hampers our greatest efforts to live in the moment, really live, but creativity and inner strength and determination are also born of that doubt. We're all just scrambling around trying to find our purpose, and that scramble has the power to produce the very best qualities in us, just as it can those more negative ones, simultaneously. If you have a questioning mind, please don't tamp it, or your emotions either! Change is always on its way, even if adversity accompanies it -- and it will allow you to blossom. :)
Thank you so much!!! I like to say that I don't really write my poetry - it just kinda comes out whenever and I have no control over what it's about. I observe a lot, which helps to understand...life...(?), and I also read A LOT A LOT!!! a lot of people tell me i'm very, like, mature and responsible when really i'm just trying to write about what I think the world is about, which sometimes it's not, and sometimes I don't know what to say! Thanks for your support!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33
I too have a gratitude journal. . . tired, not used enough yet worn out. It is a magical thing, writing like that.
It is magic, this power you wrote about. I still feel it even as my journal lies forgotten. When I open my bedroom window and breathe in the frozen air to pray, the gratitude often overwhelms me, as if my writing became words.
Come to think of it, maybe my gratitude journal is written among the stars.
I love it, especially that last sentence . . . i have never felt more lost and found than when embracing the earth.
I just really love your work! <3
How can it be possible you obtain this wisdom. . . . far beyond your years,
The knowledge I have been searching for 16 years.
I'd like to do something involving creative writing. I don't know what specific job yet. I'm hoping college can help me explore and then refine my options.
This is so pretty. The clouds look like jellyfish in the ocean.
thank you!! :)) i worked hard on it :)
Dang, this is incredible! Brings back such memories for me! One of my very favorite albums growing up, and you did it justice. Props for the font especially!
Ahh, it's clear you're writing about a very special time, I could feel the joy behind your words! You really managed to use every sense to describe the experience: sight, smell, taste, touch, sound. Such a visceral telling of a wholesome collection of memories! I especially loved the details about your purple-stained fingertips and the book you read every year as part of the tradition.
I don't know that such feelings can be controlled, either, or that they should be. Uncertainty is as much a part of life as the love and death you also speak of (which reminds me of that one quote, something like, "The only certainty in life is uncertainty," or "The only constant is change.") Uncertainty breeds insecurity and self-doubt, which hampers our greatest efforts to live in the moment, really live, but creativity and inner strength and determination are also born of that doubt. We're all just scrambling around trying to find our purpose, and that scramble has the power to produce the very best qualities in us, just as it can those more negative ones, simultaneously. If you have a questioning mind, please don't tamp it, or your emotions either! Change is always on its way, even if adversity accompanies it -- and it will allow you to blossom. :)