It's not profound, well written or even interesting but thought I'd share it with you guys because why the fuck not:
I've forgotten how to write. I even forgot what my handwriting looks like. Then again, it always changes. I'm in a house in the mountains with ___. I can hear flies buzzing and the refrigerator humming - but it's not annoying. There is a sound coming from outside, a twinkling sound. It's enchanting. To me it sounds like a child playing a sweet instrument, until I realise it is the sound of the bells around the necks of cows. This realisation actually kind of makes the sound more beautiful. Beautiful. The word beautiful is supposed to describe lovely things and yet it is quite a difficult word to spell out. I remember as a child, when I would write, I would purposely leave the word "beautiful" out because I was lazy to spell it. I used other words instead. Maybe that's what started my imagination in writing. Maybe that's what starts imagination in anything - just take the beauty out of it. That's when things get wild and interesting. Do you know what's sad, being someone who used to live through writing but rarely does it anymore? Realising, when you do remove the block out of your way and put pen to paper, how easy it really is. Remembering the joy I get when my ideas start to flow and all of a sudden it feels like my imagination is appearing before me, all of my thoughts straight from my brain and through my finger tips, into this pen and onto this paper. It is kind of magical. I am hungry.
Submitted December 08, 2016 at 04:56AM by venps http://ift.tt/2hlg78i Drugs
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