“We wash ourselves clean of moments lived and wander somwhere that a new time begins…” ~*Dreampoet*~
If only it were that simple all the time, in reality and in our dreams.. don’t you hate it when you wake to find that it’s a dream? Consider that moment between dreaming and waking, filled with poignant longing to be back in the dream before it fades from our minds.
Sometimes I think that I live in a dream, and that all the things that make me happy are insubstantial and ethereal, real only in my mind and nowhere else.
Writing makes me happy, and it seems that when I first begin to write an online journal, my writing is filled with personal insights and deep dark secrets. As soon as it is read, however small the readership may be, I tend to want to censor myself. I wish it weren’t this way, and I wish I could gush out deepest darkest emotion without fear of recrimination.
I long to splash words out on the page heedlessly – exposing my bluest, and my blackest moments without hesitation.
I always edit though.