why words matter
because words live in my soul, yet words long to leave it.
Writing has about the same effect on my soul as an orgasm does.
Yet. I judge the words that come from my soul. So much so that eventually I stopped letting them leave. My own judgment was too painful.
And I spent a year hurting, a year full of questions unanswered and unexplored and crushed and squeezed and crumpled inside of me until I find myself here. On Livejournal. Again. God it's been a long time.
My boyfriend, my muse and best friend, was murdered three weeks ago. His death, to witness his beautiful soul leaving this world, quickened my own sense of mortality.
I can't do this to myself anymore. I quit judging the words that come from my soul. Writing is too integral to who I am to not do it.
Keeping your carpe diem spirit alive, baby. Thanks for showing me how to live my truth.
This was hard to write.
Writing has about the same effect on my soul as an orgasm does.
Yet. I judge the words that come from my soul. So much so that eventually I stopped letting them leave. My own judgment was too painful.
And I spent a year hurting, a year full of questions unanswered and unexplored and crushed and squeezed and crumpled inside of me until I find myself here. On Livejournal. Again. God it's been a long time.
My boyfriend, my muse and best friend, was murdered three weeks ago. His death, to witness his beautiful soul leaving this world, quickened my own sense of mortality.
I can't do this to myself anymore. I quit judging the words that come from my soul. Writing is too integral to who I am to not do it.
Keeping your carpe diem spirit alive, baby. Thanks for showing me how to live my truth.
This was hard to write.