I once left my writing alone for so long, I thought I had lost the ability. Then, about ten years ago, when circumstances created a mood, I found it again, like a wormhole to a forgotten place. It is emotions that bring out the poet in us all, and the more devastating the event, I find, the greater the need to release and the greater the window that is opened. What I did not understand was what this place would do. First, to open a completely new avenue, unexpected to me..
It is important to recognize the power of words spoken into an open media. Those who know how to manipulate it and have that charisma needed to focus that energy have in some cases, dominated world events. I never would claim any sort of charisma. When the power of my words came out, it was raw and undirected. There was no particular aim except to unbury hidden feelings and try to empty the well that was stored up inside. I do not think it good to bottle ones feelings up, and so I tried this place as the wall I would write on. I can honestly say, the results were unexpected.
Now, I would like to try again. No hidden agenda. No unintentional meaning. No entanglements. Emotions held in check.
What is it I should write about now? I virtually feel that since that fateful moment that Bloop crashed and took 99% of my work down, I also, shut down. I think maybe it was Fate speaking. But honestly, I wish I could re-read some of it... most of it... probably all of it. Hundreds of pieces that are are glimpses into my psyche, troubled and cumbersome as it may be. I truly hate that I trusted Bloop to be the guardian of all of that. That was my mistake. Or maybe its was for the best that all of that I spent so much time on should be gone. It caused more than a bit of trouble. It held some of my most poiniant moments. But what is emotions through the prism of a cloud? This place is, after all, just looking through a cloud. |
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