i seem to have become the epitome of the image i chose months ago to represent myself. the corners of my mouth sewn together, to regulate the words coming out. a finger before the soft lips to ensure nothing else comes out. the make-up smudged; the whole appearance disheveled. the eyes in a deep gaze, but silent nevertheless.and wasn't that what i wanted? yes. i've told myself several times: "hush. say it right. shut up." and now i might be near there.my notebooks have welcomed me back with open, blank pages. they beckon me to become a notebook-absorbed daydream-sleep-wanderer again...and i'm glad to take the advice the small voices tell me and immerse myself in another paper-and-spiral bound adventure.
many seem to rediscover organic writing lately. i'm just one of them...but i don't think this is a bandwagon. this is going back to basics; going back to independence from several components and the services of the local electricity company and to dependency of a mere sheet of paper and a simple pen.
welcome, writer's cramp.
wait a minute, i've got more to say...
("silence" by aly and aj)
"organic writing"
(c)jamie b
Hush by acid_lullaby at deviantart.com
