So long silent.
Though part of me aches to put words to light — those thoughts and emotions yearning to feel the sun,
another part hides in everyday shadows.
Buried by everyday – the rubble of busyness, the cacophony of electronic assaults, the paralysis of despair.
Ok, so that’s a bit of hyperbole.
I want to spend time in thought, weave thoughts into words, put forth these afghans for others to toss upon the ground for a stolen siesta, wrap up in for warmth and comfort, spread across the sand and lounge in the sun’s brilliance.
To achieve such, I Must Write
for me, for you, for life. (First hyperbole, now melodrama — sounds like English 101. How trite.)
Regrettably these lofty thoughts seem contradictory to the compulsory academic writing that demands my attention and haunts me … for at least another year.
But perhaps, I will nurture this wee rebellion, this self-indulgent (or self-fulfilling, depends on one’s perspective) escape from should do.
Tapping out thoughts once more – from me to you.
(c) CMD / Creekside Whispers 2015
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