A couple of words on a postcard-sized image, and my throat constricts and my eyes well with tears.
If this is one of those things, can't it be more specific? I keep thinking the world is giving me instructions and I keep wondering if I'm misreading them...
The pictures in my head don't connect well to real life. I think of what I would say and the responses, and I imagine the emotions on the faces and the feeling behind the gestures, and then I realize that in reality all would be awkwardness.
These little things that make me rethink are going to have to work harder to persuade me. It's one thing to pull at someone's heartstrings, but how do you know you're playing the right song?
About Me
- Blue Bird
- Isn't this what the blogging's for..? I write. I draw. I listen to music... alot. I have an obsession with the colour blue and any type of glass. If Orion or Cassiopeia or The Plough or the Seven Sisters were visible in the night sky I could point them out to you, and probably would, but I couldn't tell you if Jupiter was that bright star on the horizon or if Venus can only be seen in the morning, however much I'd like to be able to. My obsessions spread over to photos too - those small physical snapshots of memories to shake and reawaken feelings in your mind. I try recreate that with my writing, but don't often succeed - it's a harder task than it sounds. I find this is partly because I don't write enough... hence the reason I'm here, speaking my thoughts to a distinct lack of reader. It's all good.
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