It's been a while...
It's strange how the mind works. I have always had a vivid imagination, but it catches me off guard at times. A few passing thoughts become a scene or a phrase. A scene becomes a story, a phrase becomes a poem. Things I've never seen or felt are all the sudden part of me, being expressed through words, creating pictures in my head. The vast majority are borne of personal tragedy or deep emotional distress.

It's strange how I only seem to write when I'm upset, or how my writings are only occasionally based on happy topics. I guess because writing is an escape, an outlet from the world. It's a way to express in some logical format the emotions caused by confusion, anger, sadness, loneliness. A songwriter friend of mine recently said something along the lines of "writing a happy song is so hard to do". I have a theory about that. I think it's because we want to get all the icky/burdensome emotions out, but the happy ones we want to hold on to, and we're afraid if we release them, they'll evaporate forever. IDK, just a thought. Musings from my scrambled brain.

Sleep is necessary.