Just hurt, plainly hurt, cracked up inside, like solid ice that is slowly breaking, like vain’s that seem to suddenly appear, in shapes and color, that you have never seen before, like something carving, that dig deep into the bottom of your insides, you have never noticed have ever exited, pain, it is painful, it makes it so hard for you to breathe, isolation, devastation, separation, you can see your mental map split in half, you can see that you are seeing way too many things going on and happening inside your head, that you no longer understand which rope to hold on, you can look into her eyes, every morning, and see tears, and sadness caused by you, but you don’t understand what is hurting her, all you know is the hurt and pain inside your heart, you can feel you are also cracking, just like she is, you both don’t want to keep hurting, but this blockage of ice, it can not just simply melt into liquid, Liquid, we need it to be liquid, just melted, down in water, that can move in and merge into a big river, a sea, an ocean, just merge liquid, that can be moved, that can change, waves, floating in the air, back and forth, silence, soft and tranquil, liquid brings the solid into life, we just want it to live, bring it back to life, like love, energy, vibes, vibration, in sequence, in connection, like a dance, a dance, that dance that belongs to us, together, not alone, us, together, everyone, together….
One of the few things I know about writing is this:
Spend it all, shoot it, play it, loose it, all, right away, every time. do not hold what seems to be good for later, place it in the book, or for another book, give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better pace later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for latter; something better.
These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly, becomes lost in you. You open your safe and find ashes.
They were enormous, I have never seen them before. There were too many, they were migrating for sure, they were real fun to look at, and every time a car passes by, they stop and stare as if they know what they are looking at, they are truly wild, wild like the rays of the sun, nothing can stop them and nothing can dilute them, they are there when they rise.
I am taking a Creative Workshop by Elizabeth Gilbert, and the below is a piece of writing in response to the following questions:
What was the last thing you really wondered about? When was the last time you experienced creative flow? What was the last passage of book, piece of music, or work or art that really inspired you? What drew you in? What are you doing when you feel most beautiful? What are your super powers? What would you do for a living if you were not afraid of anything?
I wonder about so many things; how we live, how we perceive things, where life takes us, what makes us believe in one way or another. How can things be reformed, reintroduced. I wonder about the way we perceive things, the way we go on, how we find knots and then we make them bigger by attaching them to more knots, by not realising that we are creating a huge big complicated knot. How some people can see those people who see those knots and wonder how it is that they choose to just use the knots to make them bigger, instead of simply unknot them?
I wonder about the reasons why some of us perceive things negatively when we know others perceive them positively, wouldn’t we all want to live in a one happy bubble?
I receive creative flow while researching and finding beautiful things, work, art, stories of people that make me spark, and all I want to do is dig in more, learn more, ask more, I want to dive in more, I just want to leave everything and run towards deepening, and understanding, then sharing and communicating, I love to find the passion in things that look beautiful. I find flow in connecting, in finding answers to questions, when finding dots and connecting them together, when finding stories, quotes, sayings, definitions of ideas, solutions, realities, that have been created because of those connected dots. I find flow, in finding, in feeling, and in bringing them to light.
I feel most beautiful, when I speak, not thinking about what am saying, but I am certain it makes complete sense, when I know it is motivating, when I know my words are un-knotting the knots that were created and knotted together, complicating every single open passage in front of us. I feel most beautiful, when I can see through the eyes of the listeners a light, a light of clarity, a light of door ways, passage, air, flow, light, life again.
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