I notice that if I feel down, I don't feel like writing anything.
Tonight I feel good after a hearty dinner of rice, fish, eggplant, and omelet.
What is the deal here? The idea is to write something so that I feel good about myself.
Surely in the past, I wrote so that I can communicate; with Els, with Sarah. Then I discovered that I don't actually communicate with anybody except myself. Therefore I might as well communicate with myself only.
Only I am interested to know about my story.
There is a continuation on a day to day basis,
Thus, I write so that I can continue writing.
This is a solitary life. To some, it may be boring. To me, this is heaven on earth.
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