I love words.
I love the way they sound, and roll off my tongue. (Which means I
love to talk! J). I love how they
look when they’re arranged in a beautiful sentence. I guess that’s why I
write. I love words; I just have to use them, and thus I attempt to
write. Some days writing is so fulfilling. Ideas, sentences and words form
themselves in my brain and flow into my fingertips beautifully, making me happy
and content. Other days, the words seem to fly away to other places, other
skies and other people, and I just can’t write. Those days, writing is
frustrating and difficult, and all I want to do is scream and maybe cry.
I live for the days when the words come and flow out of my fingertips. And I
push through the days the words insist on playing tag and evade my thoughts and fingers like
little children playing hide-and-go-seek.
I love words. So I shall name myself a stalker of beautiful words,
a vicious reader, and perhaps even a writer.
xx,
I hate those days that words evade you x-( The last couple of days have been like that for me. Well, not exactly that I have to FORCE myself to get something out, but that the words I do write are totally unsatisfactory.
ReplyDeleteYour titles are very creative :)