Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Digging up for Lost Wor(l)ds
I fear for me as you try to reach
fifty thousand times I’ve fought
still you are there – pushing yourself
My defenses are unbound
all fears have come to pass
visions haunt me all my days
everything has lost proportion
and gravity has given way
illusion won over reality
time has lost its hold
all the world is bright and crazy
dark chaos unfolds
the universe craves attention
but my focus is you and you and you
You have broken the dam
and I am drowning in you…
I wrote this piece after a night of talking with a college friend about her then suitor. Seeing her fall despite of herself painted quite an image for me. I showed her this piece, but I don't think that I mentioned that it was she whom I had in mind when I wrote it.
I really wish that I could write as easily as I did before. But then again, simplier times and untainted emotions make for a faster outflow of words. Conflicted emotions clearly does not make a catalyst for good writing, I'm afraid.
And so, I will dig up my lost works, and try to remember the feelings that sparked them, in hoping that they would, in turn, revive my lost core. More than anything, I miss the release and the relief a newly minted piece gives forth.