How do you stop writing about pain and start writing about softness? How do I stop talking about the way it hurt when you hugged me so loosely? Like if that's how you gripped me when my life depended on it, I'd go tumbling down? How do I stop writing about emptiness? About how, though there are millions of stars in the sky, there are gaps in-between all of them and sometimes the blackness swallows me? How do I start writing about how comforted the sun makes me feel when it wraps it's warm rays around my wrist on days I hang my arm out the driver's window? How do I start writing about how big the world is? About how, if I wanted, I could pick up and move to anywhere on Earth? About how colorful the world is? From indigo skies to infinite pallets of quizzical colors that boggle my mind and keep me in wonder? About the greens of rainforests, and reds of dirt, and oranges of canyons, and yellows of light, and blues of seas, and purples of mystery, and how when you combine all of those colors, it paints hope in the blackness that lingers in dark corners of me?
I guess it starts here.
I always write about love and heartache and wanted to try something calming. I wrote this in about 5 minutes, I don't know where it came from.