I’m putting this in writing.
Not because my soul is aching for it, but because I read a book that said in order to realize ones goals, one must actually see them.
I’ve lost my way.
Word counts became too high, books got too wordy and the romance in words became lost in acronyms.
IDK, sometimes I wonder what’s the point?
No one feels words anymore.
I too have fallen victim to the unpersonalized world of speed language.
In an OH EM GEE world, the pen was replaced.
My goal is to revitalize my burning desire to feel the syllables.
I will become familiar with the feeling of pen on paper… fingers on a keyboard.
I will grovel to the undying glory of verbage and find my way back to its familiar camaraderie.
I will accept the title of Writer/Poet/Blogger.
My heart shall once again bleed the words unspoken.
For I am Pathetic.
(to be posted on my poetry library https://pathetic.org/library/6371)
