A friend of mine tagged me in a note in Facebook. It was a poem. As usual for all poems she made, it was poised, proper and I don’t know, a bit organized for me.
I never got to understand how they could possible do it. Admittedly, I tried – struggled – to make a decent one, but it seems all I was capable of doing were acceptable pieces of haiku and “scholarly” essays.
However, I never got the hang of it. Merely because I think, I just stopped; stopped trying to write, and became a spectator of all there is and was to that once-a-passion of mine.
So here I am, pouring out thoughts on the subject.
Actually making this blog is a lifeline. Pouring out thoughts without any helluva care to who might read this is so therapeutic. I know a lot of my works need polishing, and I could do more and put more dedication in writing, but then again… Here I am again.
I know all of what I wrote is personal, and I got lots of advice that you don’t write personal things on blogs, but whatever,
I don’t write to impress, but to express, as the saying goes.