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May 25, 2010 22:11

There is something unhinged about the pieces that come from writing in a place you're not used to pouring out your vulnerabilities in. I've seen and read the difference in my own work. At least, i feel better stuff comes out of me because my head and heart are not tethered to the emotional baggage i associate certain locations with.

Like my room,

or my computer

really it's anywhere in my own home.

As soon as i am sitting somewhere public, strange or unknown that doesn't have the hallmarks of myself all over it- the words come flowing out in a much more honest and raw fashion. It's got to be something to do with the energy around myself or something.

When ever i feel stunted in my writing, in my head or otherwise- I simply take my book of pages, pen and head off walking until my body tells me to sit, finally, and release myself upon an unsuspecting world- sort of. There i write feverishly, today it was near 14 pages before i felt the cramp in my left hand. Stuff just starts to come out. Things I tell no one.

Bless livejournal and you all, but there is just some things that even you all would get angry at me for putting up here :P Plus for some reason the actually typing reflex makes me feel detached from my psyche a bit. It's not supposed to feel like a term paper, yet it does sometimes when i'm updating here. BOOOOURNS.
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