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It is funny. I look back at things and I remember how exciting and passionate I was. I remember writing so much and wanting to write so much more but my hands couldn't move any quicker. Then and now I still love the feeling of writing with pen and paper. It seems more intimate, like if I write hurriedly and flamboyantly, the ink and paper will be imbued with some of my energy and feelings and allow me some kind of respite from the intensity of what I'm feeling.
I always kept what I wrote back then. I still reread it periodically. It transports me back and I can remember exactly the thoughts that were going through my mind when I wrote it. Lately, that has not been the case. I write passionately at times now but there is something missing. When I reread my writing, it's as though someone else wrote it. I have no recollection or feeling for what was going on at the time I wrote it. It feels flat, uncaring, mediocre and typical.
I want so very much to be that passionate , emotion filled person again.
I always kept what I wrote back then. I still reread it periodically. It transports me back and I can remember exactly the thoughts that were going through my mind when I wrote it. Lately, that has not been the case. I write passionately at times now but there is something missing. When I reread my writing, it's as though someone else wrote it. I have no recollection or feeling for what was going on at the time I wrote it. It feels flat, uncaring, mediocre and typical.
I want so very much to be that passionate , emotion filled person again.