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Love don't live here anymore.
contemplativeUnlike the vast majority of people in my life, I am not a writer. I mean...I can write. I'm articulate, fluent, and expressive. But if I were to write professionally, you would much sooner see me making my mark as an author with intriguing biographies than you would with creative, attempting-to-be-legendary fiction. I'm rather poetic, my vocabulary is better than I give myself credit for, and I have no issues writing great essays and connective letters. But, I am not a writer.
I see inspiration in the world and I absorb it faster than a sponge in a sink full of water. It feeds me; I grow from it. And as much as I want to channel it externally and express the daily array of new colors in my mind, I have yet to find a way to do that. Dancing is as close as I've ever gotten, but I am limited by my own lack of abilities. I'm an extremely kinetic person. I've discovered more as I've gotten older that movement is my language, but my own body stifles me at times. I hope to change that this year.
I could try to express myself in an ocular sense, but I'm clumsy with drawing paper and too childish to control a paintbrush. The colors excite me and soon enough I don't know where red begins and white ends. Photography appeals to me theoretically, but I've never felt much passion for it. I also feel no connection with culinary ventures.
Music... I love music deeply. But I believe I'm past the age of ever thoroughly mastering an instrument and I'm not a particularly strong singer. Strangely, I'm a rather good lyricist, and I believe I could be great if I took a college poetry class and learned a better sense of writing rhythm. I feel a small release with lyrics, and I think it would be a better catharsis if I were more technically trained. I'm also a perfectionist and I try a little too hard to make everything flow just right, which consequently, just ends up disrupting my flow further. It's something I would like to explore, still.
I have so much of my life more or less figured out. It's amusing that one of the only things I'm still positively lost with, is how to take inspiration and allow it to travel outwardly. I feel like a part of me will be missing until I figure it out, but I accept that it's a journey I'm still on and I will appreciate every stepping stone.
I am not a writer.
I see inspiration in the world and I absorb it faster than a sponge in a sink full of water. It feeds me; I grow from it. And as much as I want to channel it externally and express the daily array of new colors in my mind, I have yet to find a way to do that. Dancing is as close as I've ever gotten, but I am limited by my own lack of abilities. I'm an extremely kinetic person. I've discovered more as I've gotten older that movement is my language, but my own body stifles me at times. I hope to change that this year.
I could try to express myself in an ocular sense, but I'm clumsy with drawing paper and too childish to control a paintbrush. The colors excite me and soon enough I don't know where red begins and white ends. Photography appeals to me theoretically, but I've never felt much passion for it. I also feel no connection with culinary ventures.
Music... I love music deeply. But I believe I'm past the age of ever thoroughly mastering an instrument and I'm not a particularly strong singer. Strangely, I'm a rather good lyricist, and I believe I could be great if I took a college poetry class and learned a better sense of writing rhythm. I feel a small release with lyrics, and I think it would be a better catharsis if I were more technically trained. I'm also a perfectionist and I try a little too hard to make everything flow just right, which consequently, just ends up disrupting my flow further. It's something I would like to explore, still.
I have so much of my life more or less figured out. It's amusing that one of the only things I'm still positively lost with, is how to take inspiration and allow it to travel outwardly. I feel like a part of me will be missing until I figure it out, but I accept that it's a journey I'm still on and I will appreciate every stepping stone.
I am not a writer.