I've lost it
I miss the me that used to be. Not that things were all that wonderful growing up, or bad things didn't happen to me as an adult... But I really don't like the way things are now.
When I was in school, writing came so easy and unconsciously as breathing. It was a gift that I took for granted, and it disappeared before I got married. It didn't resurface until around 1997, and lasted for ten glorious years and has vanished again. I miss it. I miss the feeling of words pouring out of my fingertips onto the screen. I miss the frustration and joy as a story comes to light. Even when others would look at what I've written and just 'Baroo?' like confused puppies... I liked it.
I miss joy. The happy-giddy-oh-my-God tickling of the funny bone that brings a smile to your face and stops you dead in your tracks.
Where did it go?
Where did I go?
I've lost so much... and I want it back.
When I was in school, writing came so easy and unconsciously as breathing. It was a gift that I took for granted, and it disappeared before I got married. It didn't resurface until around 1997, and lasted for ten glorious years and has vanished again. I miss it. I miss the feeling of words pouring out of my fingertips onto the screen. I miss the frustration and joy as a story comes to light. Even when others would look at what I've written and just 'Baroo?' like confused puppies... I liked it.
I miss joy. The happy-giddy-oh-my-God tickling of the funny bone that brings a smile to your face and stops you dead in your tracks.
Where did it go?
Where did I go?
I've lost so much... and I want it back.