Shattering on the pavement
below;
And I am caught between.
~Heather Westover
I felt it today, that ache to write... Oh, how I love that ache! That intense need to pour your emotions into words. But as always, once I sat in front of the computer, I was struck with fear. Frozen. My fingers unmovable, tangled in insecurity. The light from the monitor covered me in darkness. My hands couldn't, or wouldn't type. The connection from my heart to my hands severed, cut clean through with one slice. I doubted, and judged my own emotions as I forced key after key to somehow type my fear away. Until, at last, I felt the surge, the air becoming damp, and electric as a storm of words began falling from my finger tips. The keys softly clanking, splattering, raining emotion on to the canvas of white before me. I am drenched, I am awake, I am alive.
Photo: www.backfill.com
I felt it today, that ache to write... Oh, how I love that ache! That intense need to pour your emotions into words. But as always, once I sat in front of the computer, I was struck with fear. Frozen. My fingers unmovable, tangled in insecurity. The light from the monitor covered me in darkness. My hands couldn't, or wouldn't type. The connection from my heart to my hands severed, cut clean through with one slice. I doubted, and judged my own emotions as I forced key after key to somehow type my fear away. Until, at last, I felt the surge, the air becoming damp, and electric as a storm of words began falling from my finger tips. The keys softly clanking, splattering, raining emotion on to the canvas of white before me. I am drenched, I am awake, I am alive.
Photo: www.backfill.com
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