a journey of self discovery through art, journaling and poetry
Oh, I love the way that cascaded. I feel like I could envision the person thinking these things. Wonderful story.
oh the words will always find their way and place...i focus a lot of my energy on a day job as well and still, there's much room for the words to grow both, roots and wings... smiles - and when you finally, by the end of the day, take them out of the pocket, they're warm and full of vibrant life and can't wait to be pinned on a sheet of paper..
haha spoiled children demanding attention...yes that is what my words are as well...they are stubborn as well....nice write...
Know that tugging in two directions--we work because we need to, and write because we have to, both necessary for our survival, vying for our attention. Excellently expressed!
They are, they are, all of that. And attempts to deny or resist their insatiable demands are all too futile. Good one.
There is no cure for this addiction...I've looked everywhere, had family stage interventions, we are alone in our obsession...which is why we must take the words to the world! LOVE this....
To be bound by our words, stubborn control, begrudging freedom.