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Recently I have switched back to a more primitive form of expressing my thoughts: pen and paper. It is somewhat therapeutic and mildly elating to see the page after page being filled up with mindless ramblings, even if those topics of ramblings are nothing new. I'd like to say though, that those late night writing sessions do more for me than keep me up at night, but unfortunately, they fail to categorise my thoughts - if that is even a possibility. I have accepted that I am a pretty confused person, confusing even to myself. Yet even so, the process of writing, the attempt at trying to regain some sense of order in this disorder, provides for a much needed distraction.
posted by ellie at 7/17/2008 06:30:00 pm
nothing stays buried forever. no matter how deep or how well hidden it may be. secrets, being secrets, are always revealed, in some form or another. and maybe this is for the better. what might sound completely life-shattering in the catacombs of one's own mind, could very well be lost in the real world, the words barely heard in the winds, hardly echoing, not noticed by the people who hears them.
posted by ellie at 7/06/2008 01:12:00 am
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