Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Expression's Of A Wandering Heart

Expression's of a Wandering Heart


We all need a place where we can express ourselves from time to time. A place where we can ramble about our day, chit chat about something completely pointless, enlighten our readers with a story, or just a place where we can spill our hearts in hopes of someone or none taking the time to read our expressions.

Those who truly know me, know that the following is true; 
<3 Writing is My Expression <3
<3 Photography is My Passion <3
<3 Music is My Life <3

You see there was a point in my life when writing was all I did....
When I had a good day ~ I would write.
When I had a bad day ~ I would write.
When I had a long day ~ I would write.
When I had a day that made no sense ~ I would write.
When someone made me cry, made me smile, gave me hope, gave me strength ~ I would write.
When life made absolutely no sense and inside I was screaming, "WHY GOD, WHY!?!?!" ~ I would write until my hands hurt.

At one point a long time ago in my life writing was who I was. writing was my way of expressing myself. writing was at one point my one and only friend. I have countless tablets, journals, napkins, and endless other objects that I poured my heart out onto and into over the years. 

I have had a couple of my writings published in a book that was written about a tragedy that i was apart of in my Senior Year of High School. I also have written a novel that sits in my closest in hopes of one day being edited and published for the world to read.

Writing was me expression for so long, and then I just stopped.

Maybe that explains my heavy heart all these years. Maybe that explains why I feel like my mind is racing and I can not sort out my thoughts. 

I find writing calms my soul, clears my mind, slows down the racing, and lifts the weight off of my heart. So writing is what I will begin doing again. For those that care to take the time to read my expressions I thank you from the bottom of the heart. And for those who skip over my writings like they do a newspaper article I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

T.n.T.
*~ K/J~*

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