When it all seems dry and empty…
Writing has always been my outlet of expression. Words never seemed to fail me when my heart explodes or submerges in an extreme emotion. As much as I love to dance, writing was always an easier and more convenient way to express immediately. Dance took time, patience, hardwork, and intentional creativity. While words flowed, meandered, smoothed, liquified my thoughts, emotions, situations.
But increasingly, words don’t seem to come as quickly anymore. It…it..stutters on its own. As if my tongue has no rights to the words in head. Revelations, stories, truths have been kept in the glass jars of my heart, so fragile and vulnerable, and yet locked in on the inside.
i need to learn how to write again.