a gust of thought

Dec 23, 2008 00:51

Wow.

One moment my internal self is buried under a pile of emotional turmoil, past wounds hurrying around the re-torn cut as zombies around fresh flesh. Some minutes pass, I find a comfortable nest to sit in and write, and POOF, all of it is gone. The internal hurricane of chaos is gone, it has vanished, returned to the skies and left nothing but a still and bare landscape filled with a void and cruel sensation of Peace.

Neat.

I often use writing to clear out my head. I guess it's my internal chaos seeking some sort of arrangement in the form of words laid out on a page, no matter how virtual the latter might be. Recently, however, it seems that just settling down to write does the trick, leaving me gasping for the material that was spiralling in my head just a few seconds before.

I'm not quite sure yet, whether I like this or not.
I do most certainly enjoy the Peace that seems to wrap itself like a Gore-Tex membrane around my mind, yet I also recognise the pleasure I suck out of the emotional turmoil that leaks through.
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