My mind is my fortress
Housing the words that dance around
Creating the stories that I sometimes ramble about
I have the imagination of a child
With the maturity of a my grandmother
wrapped in with her sense of humor
Those who know me are aware of my ability to wander
I can create a story on any subject and continue it until it feels like a movie
I can see it in my mind as if the film were already created
It morphs as it builds and rolls along
Comical more often as I add nonsensical words and actions
The characters may be real or otherwise not
I can go wherever I want with my words
Right now I am standing in a lush field of purple that goes on for miles
My shoes fit perfectly; I stand comfortable and I am content
Feeling the wind blowing through my hair as I breathe deeply
I close my eyes and inhale.
If I sit here long enough, it feels as though I am there
I hold back a bit in my writing; both in ideas and style
I hesitate to share my true capabilities.
What if I set the bar too high for myself?
What if no one cares?
Should that even matter? No
I feel the need to release my creativity and remove the restriction.
I want to feel free, the way it feels when I go to that place; to that purple field
That is where I feel safe. That is where I feel free. That is where I can write.
I will still make posts about periods and my life because those are funny.. I want to put a bit more creativity and push myself; she what I am capable of. I don’t know if I can contain my excitement about sharing some new stuff with you. I feel like I’ll have more unique material. I also bought some books yesterday and I am going to start to read again. You know, other than blogs… Also, say goodbye to the hair color below. Tomorrow it will be gone. I got a little heavy handed on the filtering and made myself look jaundice. You’re welcome.