Words are very strange and very fascinating. Somehow, what I'm thinking in my messy-messy brain can translate on to paper (or in this case, a computer screen). And then sometimes, somehow, words aren't enough and everything is just very blank and heavy and nothing.
I wrote this a couple of weeks ago when everything felt very jumbled and I was angry, sad, stupefied and very very tired:
I’m a myriad of thoughts, emotions, expressions, laughter, tears and stillness. How can you even begin to unpick what I’m feeling?
And I guess that 'you' could be nothing and everything all at once. Am I making sense? Maybe. It doesn't really matter... sometimes words are meant to be just that- words.
Everything is always romanticised. All the emotions. It's all a bit messy- like a jigsaw puzzle being forced together and we're told 'that's just life'.
And sometimes I want to be completely in-eloquent and sum up everything (and nothing) with 'bleh.'
So, yes, I feel as though I am at a war with words and feelings and all the little unspoken emotions threaded in between...
Until next time,
-J
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