Sometimes, I want to see
Every beautifully sad movie there is
To listen to every piece of music
That is a work of art
To read every poem and book
That will help me understand myself.
That in all the beauty and art and poignancy
I’ll recognise something inside of me
And it will all make sense
It’s like that feeling you get
When you’re trying to think of a word
And it’s right there on the tip if your tongue.
Except it’s not a word.
It’s an entire thought.
An epiphany that could change everything
That could take you to a whole different place.
But I can’t quite reach it.
There are formings and shadows and shapes and ideas
The very outline of it
But I can’t grasp it yet.
So as some of you may know, a little while ago I did a little writing exercise, writing a minimum of one piece per day.
This was actually a lot harder than I first anticipated, pushing myself to be inspired by something daily. Looking back, it’s interesting to see how your current mood and place in life so heavily affects what you write. How a month of being in love would inspire a totally different set of pieces than a month spent alone, or being in a different place or environment as opposed to the norm.
So, I will in the coming days and weeks start to share some of my pieces. Look out for the a piece per day tag. And I hope it inspires you to start something similar for yourself. Push yourself. Fall in love with being creative again. Fall out of love with it for being so damn difficult. Aand then realise that it’s part of who you are. And it can create something beautiful