It's been a while

All of my favourite pieces of my writing are the ones that scare the hell out of me. The ones that so accurately capture exactly what I was feeling at that moment, so when I read over it I get those same shivers in my spine and the goosebumps on the insides of my arm. And that's why I write, because sometimes, it has the magic of capturing what the memory can't. An exact feeling, an expression, a time capsule of all the wrong ideas and all of the right ones. I have stopped editing a lot of my stuff lately. I just let my fingers scribble out on the page or pound the keyboard until I have absolutely no words left inside my head. Sometimes I can't keep up and sometimes I only get three words. Sometimes, it's like this and I will look back on it tomorrow and laugh at my nonsensical approach. I am not trying to impress anyone, and I never have but I will be the first to admit that when people write to me and tell me that I moved them, that my words moved the… well there isn’t much that tops that feeling.  I remember the first time I heard one of my favourite poets, Sarah Kay. All of these words tumbled out of her mouth so beautifully, so imperfectly. There doesn’t need to be punctuation and plots and punch lines. There is enough that in this big bad world. You just have to feel. Sometimes I just want to scream everything so loudly because so many people are afraid to feel. Just let go. Let it all go and be real.