I realize now why I write, or feel the urge to write, whenever i’m blue, nostalgic, or depressed… It soothes me. It helps me think clearly. It helps me organize my scattered and jumbled thoughts all knotted into a huge ball of bits from everywhere into somewhat neat and relatively understandable piles.. And sometimes, it even helps me cry. Crying is good, you know. Not all the time though. Just sometimes… When we feel burdened with emotions and thoughts…. Tears help.
“Writing is the best way to talk without being interrupted”. Jules Renard
When I write, I feel calm… I let my emotions go with what I write. There is no one to interrupt me, no one to tell me if i’m wrong, no one to tell me what they think! It’s just me, my pencil, and some blank pages…..
Through joy and through sorrow, I wrote. Through hunger and through thirst, I wrote. Through good report and through ill report, I wrote. Through sunshine and through moonshine, I wrote. What I wrote it is unnecessary to say.
Edgar A. Poe
I write down whatever comes to mind at the time, and i’m not talking about blogs. Blog-writing is different for me. It’s a serious matter. But when I write for myself, just my own self, if i’m too happy and can’t contain my feelings, or too sad or depressed.. I write down whatever it is that’s bothering me, I write down the memories where the problem stems from. I write down what I feel…what I think…It helps me sort out my thoughts… And after I’ve written m heart and brain, but mainly my brain, out on the paper…I feel light! I feel like this huge burden has been lifted off of me in form of lead and tears…