I’m going to grab a journal and get some writing out…it’s been a while since I had to deal with the situation I’m in, and I forgot why I love writing.
I need my stories, and especially my poems, so that I can move all of the thoughts out of my head and trap them on a piece of paper, where they can’t bother me anymore. My journal is my Pensieve…I put memories in there, and when I want to relive them, I re-read. Like the evening we walked together in the rain and the sidewalk looked like jewels.
Hoping that this will let me be able to function better, if I can get the bad things out of my head as they come in. Just channel straight from my head, down my neck, along my arm, and out through my pen.
So this is basically just a heads up that at some point I may toss random poetry or a story on here, if I manage to come up with something decent from all the thoughts that are running around screaming.