A Change Of Heart
The wind direction tends to change. Emotions can be tricky, one moment you’re perfectly floating, the next you’re losing balance for the fear you’ll drown. I discovered that freedom for me lies in writing with no rules; no punctuation, grammar, capitalization or spelling. That moment I hold the pencil as I scramble my thoughts all around the place. The freedom of eloquence; the choice of words that constitute letters fluttering as they dance to the rhythm on paper embracing ideas and thoughts. Thoughts that seem flawless to the writer but gravely wounded to the reader. Hurt is a lingering feeling caused by that ever bleeding wound. Hurt is a feeling of sadness of not being accepted for who you are or what you do. But, really, I wonder what feelings are? The essence is so vague like that of a touch yet frequently changing as shades of emotions run one over the other. I am not strong when it comes to emotions, but my strength lies within my weakness for goodness can poison the hearts’ of those aware of the darkness. I enjoy the warmth of the sun, but never the bright light. The grey fading darkness always seemed so peaceful to me. It makes my heart flutter at the thought of loneliness. Oh! How I wish I could scatter all these thoughts away to the wind and fade within and if I feel lost once more, the wind can always change directions again.
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