I want to write, but not with words.
How impossible it is to convey a raw feeling on paper-
It's like trying to pour water and have it rest on the table, but instead
it just runs off and leaves no trace behind.
I have a feeling;
A strong feeling,
But I don't quite know what it is,
and I don't quite understand it.
In order to put it down, I'd have to figure out this feeling I'm having and know what it is, or how to describe it.
If only I could insert a feeling onto the page, and leave it there
To come back to some other time,
Pick it up and figure it out, I'd be happy.
Unfortunately, that's not possible.
Instead, I try in vain to convey with shallow words an indescribable deep thing,
Maybe it is born of my mind, but I feel it in my heart.
I wish I could understand this feeling
So I could resolve the thoughts of confusion and question surrounding it, but only words can do that. And I know in some cases, words don't seem to help.
If only I could paint my feeling on a page, or a canvas, then I might be able to understand, but I can't.
I have none of those tools and the ones I have are failing me.
Words can be so useful and so useless at the same time.
Too bad that right now they can't help me to figure out
To figure out this feeling
I can't understand.
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Reflections of an Idle Mind
RandomI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
