Dec 2012
Written October 9, 2012
Sometimes, I want to write. There are thousands of thoughts racing around up inside my head causing, and created by thousands of emotions, and I try to express the words in a creative way, somehow. I try to write a sort of my own style of poetry, and sometimes it comes out sounding alright, and sometimes, my grasp of the English language slips out from between my fingers and abandons me. It's kind of amazing how the mind can work; can't gather thoughts because there are too many, no motivation for creativity when themind is calm.
Sometimes, I want to write. There are thousands of thoughts racing around up inside my head causing, and created by thousands of emotions, and I try to express the words in a creative way, somehow. I try to write a sort of my own style of poetry, and sometimes it comes out sounding alright, and sometimes, my grasp of the English language slips out from between my fingers and abandons me. It's kind of amazing how the mind can work; can't gather thoughts because there are too many, no motivation for creativity when themind is calm.
