Paper and I have been friends since I was young
I would spend time telling paper stories and my days events
Paper would tell me stories too, and I always enjoyed our time together
We imagined things together, talked things through, took a blank space and filled it with creation
As I got older, paper grew distant and I'm not sure how it all happened
I guess life became occupied with more things that didn't involve paper
It became harder and harder to get that relationship back
I saw paper less and less
No matter how hard I try it just doesn't seem the same now
I sometimes wish I could go back and fix things
Typos, grammar errors, misspellings, mishaps
But things made in ink are not so easy to erase
Sorry if no one "gets" this post. There have been countless times where things are swirling around in my brain like crazy and I've wanted to post but worried about the opinions and thoughts of others or me being too weird/abstract with thoughts. But I'm trying to have a new outlook on that idea. After all, it is my blog right? I should be able to post whatever I like. Sometimes it just makes your head feel more at peace to write things down, you know? Even if it doesn't always really make sense. Maybe now I can go to sleep.
1 comment:
I like it.
And it's weird, but your writing sounds a lot like Emily's. I'm not sure what it is about it, but it just reminds me of her style.
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