I've been feeling the urge to write poetry again lately but while the urge is there the words are not. They're all tangled up and stuck. I know from experience that writing is like a muscle that needs to be exercised in order to be strong and ready which I haven't been doing. I'm impatient like that, I just want it to be there at my whim (and it'd be nice if it were brilliant while I'm wishing..) It's been so long since I've done a creative project (aside from my BOS) like painting or sewing or collage or sculpture...I'm missing it is all I guess.
Today I want life to be different, more simple. I guess that is ultimately what we're working towards it all just feels so horribly uncertain and stressful. I've got to hone my witchy skills so I can conjure up my dream life and manifest it into this life. Some days I'm just blue no matter what. I want to disappear, travel, create, cry, roam free and wild without restraint. I miss a memory that I don't even have. A time when I was wild, when I was free. When relationships weren't blemished by insecurities and secrets. When I felt connected to nature and was fearless.
When I was strong, sexual, vibrant and healthy. I miss things I've never known.
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I say just write until the right words come along. They don't know they're missing until you go looking for them.
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