The Beginning

… I miss writing. I miss feeling passionate. I miss my creativity. I miss deadlines. I miss writing papers. I miss the pressure. I miss the sense of accomplishment.  I miss the anticipation. The reward. I miss learning.

I miss you. Your kisses. I miss your touch. I miss your unconditional acceptance. I miss your passion.

                        It’s the passion. The fire. That we yearn for. That I yearn for.  Set me free, to fly with the wind, breathe the sweet air mixed with the scent of anticipation for what’s to come.

I NEED to create. I NEED to express. I NEED to BE.

The emotions build and swirl, climax so powerfully that they emerge in the form of tears, an explosion of light. Bright beyond belief.

I’ve been wanting to express all these emotions but have been pushing them down, repressing them because life itself does not allow one to completely explore the depths of one’s soul. Every crevice, every corner can move alive if you let it. But you have to let it.

            There might be a fear, such a strong fear of not knowing exactly what it is that your hiding from yourself.  Do YOU honestly know every corner of your soul? Of your every emotion? Can it even be predicted.

Stimulation of the soul, the mind, the body. Come ALIVE. And forget the rules. Just forget it all.

                        Numb is how I’ve been feeling. Without the intensity of self expression, there is NOTHING. But WASTED days, minutes, seconds that blow away into the vortex of time. Lost potential, and forgotten dreams.