everyone needs a place to think.
everyone needs a place to ruminate and write.
everyone needs the place on the mountaintop, where they can go to reflect and think and talk to God and just close their eyes and feel.
everyone needs somewhere, somewhere, somewhere things just gotta give.
it is easy to go through the motions of the life you thought you ought to live without actually feeling the life you know you’re meant to live.
and me? what is this for me?
this is a place to express myself. to feel whole and pure. to understand there is a life for me beyond the banalities which claim life, but are empty of its content.
it’s a place to unwrap my mind, and unknot the tangles on my heart, and believe – a life exists for me yet.
“I must change my life so I can live it, not wait for it.” —Susan Sontag
and how not to do that except through the creative freedom and liberation of writing and art – of carving something on a blank slate, a piece of paper, and willing it into existence?