And I don't know why. Something is bugging me. Is it just because I am busy? Mebbe. Is it because I am on the cusp of big changes in my life? I suppose so. Is it because I got an email from a certain someone with their new address, and I still haven't told him exactly how I feel about what happened to our friendship? Mebbe. (The fact that all makes me feel like such a womanish hand-wringer bugs me too. Bah!)
Actually, it may have the most to do with a lack of creativity. Haven't touched a brush since December. Haven't gone shooting on my own, for myself, in forever. Poetry? None in months. Fiction? Nearly years now. Non-fiction that I give a damn about, deep isnide, deep in my soul? Can't remember when. Purpose. Where is it? What is it? Gotta have it, know I have it. What was it Kiba says at the beginning of Wolf's Rain? Something about looking for Paradise, even though no such place exists. All I know is I am hungry, and keep looking, and keep being hungry.
Obvious | 6/27/2005 10:49:00 PM
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Repressed emtions and thoughts can't help anyone. You'll only be eaten at more and more. You know that as well as I do now. Maybe all this inner turmoil is caused by your lack of a dialouge with Evil Twin. It's time to let it all out.
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