So, a stock chart. I have started three times on three different days, three different pens and two notebooks. I stop writing. So I stop, I try to calm and tell myself that maybe is not the time or place, the right media.
bought writing paper. I bought lace and feathers. I bought envelopes and stamps. Before to reach half of the sheet I'm blocked ... I know what I have written not only has lost the meaning and validity, was not enough. There was clearly not perceived to read the emotion relaxing, warm and fuzzy feel to be writing.
I never got to the point at which I can not carried away by themselves and the ideas flow, are arranged without the help and words that explain what I mean.
what the hell and that is frustrating to realize that the prose is not used to express these concrete expressions of sentiment. What the hell and how frustrating it is to know with certainty what one feels, to have fully identified ... and unable to be aware of what is one to give you the scope you want. And that brings me to admit I am a fool to seek more specific the emotions, and above all in half so limited for me as the lyrics.
tried using poetry, despite knowing I'm not very good. When I get in the habit of looking regularly write only used it to vent my issues, my problems, fears and complex focusing myself as single reader. Never cared for develop the technique and subtleties required to share with someone else.
tried using drawings. As a visual artist wannabe I like to think that sometimes I can not write I can conceptually present. Failed for the same reasons outlined above, always the subject, object and the viewer were the same. To be myself who watched as the sole recipient of my messages, it was obvious that I managed to decipher cryptic and closed more than it was for others. Seeking
another word. I find many and none is sufficient. Seeking
other because everybody uses this, because they say in the soap opera actresses such alleged that nobody in their right mind would take seriously, because a teenager emo used to describe how he feels about the taste of pizza or Tim Burton movies.
And mainly because even if you feel that the use is I'm giving the successful, there is a huge difference in the load, power and quality that I have when I use to refer to how I feel about you, Iris.
I'm afraid to be convinced there is no fit metaphor. There is no song I could plagiarize to find the black wire need to detect the special sensitivities that I want to understand, I see no right tool to make that sound powerful burst my throat and was amazed when I repeat that I love you.
Those three words Are Said too much. They're not enough
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and if i Said A Hundred Times Before, expect a Thousand more
Iris:
Thanks.
I love you! \u0026lt;3
your madman:)
one day find or create another word. Pinky promise, *
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