Creative inspiration is sometimes hard to come by. I envy my artistic friends who generate work on a constant basis and its incredibly inspiring. But some days, my hearts not in it. So I cant do it until it feels right. And to be honest, my heart feels as if it is entirely alienated from my physical body as of late.... and my analytical mind is in overdrive. I have had the constant urge to hit the pen tip on paper though. Words. They can feel inconsequential enough to dismiss putting down to reflect on later. They can be treacherous, clarifying, and extremely heartwreching. But its real and its incredibly honest if you mean for it to be. Am I even making any sense? I hope so... Just a lot on my mind after feeling the presence of Death and knowing exactly who died before being presented the news from a friend.... Being an empath feels like a curse when a lot of energy is presented to you and you feel like youre suffocating within it. Although, now more than ever, I have that spark Ive been feeling secluded from and I know that my alienated heart has much more to say than I can currently make sense of. So I going with the flow....
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 14:38:50 +0000
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