…I wish I could tell you. I visited a blog today that has inspired me to write again, and I have these thoughts that I want so much to express… but each time I begin a sentence… I delete it. It isn’t quite what I want to say. It isn’t quite how I want to say it.
The worst part of expressive writing is when your stream of thought is interrupted by word organization. Anyone who writes for release knows what I mean.
You want to create a masterpiece out of your own emotions, perfectly enshrining them in words, paragraphs of empathy, sympathy, pain love and hope.. to share in hope that someone else out there is touched, understands.. relates…
*takes a deep breath*
But if what you create isn’t exactly what you are trying to say, if what is understood isn’t what you desire to express… it can get frustrating.
If you’ve got the climb, but you just can’t pin the chorus… you have the hook and the riff falls flat, the song isn’t complete.
So while I have something I really want to express… I have yet to figure out just how I want to say it.. so instead- I have left you with this..
much ado, I tell you. Much ado.