You know how they say that you don’t even know what you are doing until that thing hits ya? That’s all I thought about it too, I too thought that it just hits those people, those talented people who are born to make their impression over the world. I really did…. until today…
Because now I know how it feels. I know what it feels like when your words hit you in the face. They tell you to write cause they want to come out, cause they know what you can do before you know it yourself, because they believe in you even when you don’t believe in yourself. And they are right. They are always right.
I have had words pour out of me before. This is something that usually happens when I write, something that is happening right now but at least I know what I am writing about, it’s the words that come, cause I already know what I want you to read. But it was different this time. I always knew that I had my way with words but I never dared fool myself thinking that I could do more but apparently my words made a fool out of me anyways. I never knew I could write a poem, but maybe that’s what happens, it hits you in the face when you least expect it.
~~I sat on my bed, my mind wondering into oblivion- when those two lines came to me. I decided to type it out, just so that I could use it some other time but strange enough, when I started typing I didn’t stop. I had no clue what I was writing about; I just remember having a huge smile on my face, ecstatic even at that thought that what I am writing might turn into a poem, that maybe I can do it afterall, but somewhere in my mind the question would pop up, “What are these words? Who am I thinking of when I write them? What am I even writing about?”
I knew I had to stop. I had to stop somewhere. But as I stared at the words pouring out of me, I knew, that it wasn’t the time. It had to end but not now, not here. So I continued writing, I wrote whatever it was that came out of me, even if it made zero sense at the time and then it finally came. It came suddenly and out of nowhere, just as it had started. The word that told me, ‘it’s enough’. Find an end. And I did. I wrote it under ten minutes but it was one of the most wonderful ten minutes of my life. ~~
I don’t know if you guys write, or even if it’s something you feel like while writing. All I know is that it’s what I felt. And even though my poem might not be extraordinary. I will always know that it’s mine. And that my dears, is the best ever feeling in the word.
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Well, you can check out my poem in my previous post :)
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Happy Reading~~~
Toodles.
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