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| It seems there are a bunch of things that inspire me to write. It started out as a diary only it came out like a poem or a song and it wasn't anything I kept to myself, it was an open book of feelings that everyone had access to. If I caught someone reading it I wouldn't feel mad or angry, I'd just ask what they thought of it. A lot of times I just have things that pop into my head that sounded good and there just so happened to be a pen and paper laying near by. There are also some I wrote out of anger and sadness. It was the only way I could escape from an abusive relationship. And of course there was alot of anger towards this person and I wrote what I felt during and after the relationship was over. Then there's Aaron, A totaly different feeling, A feeling of love and contentment, I feel he is the one I will spend the rest of my life with, No matter what god brings our way. There are also the times where I'd wished I had no feelings at all when someone had passed away. It's so hard to write anything then because you have such an emptiness inside. Last but not least, friendship. |
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| Back to My Inner Heart | ||||||||||