language | 12:39 AMbalancing a pen on a piece of paper, or just positioning your fingers over a keyboard to record your thoughts in words is slightly nerve wrecking.My thoughts define me, they shape me on the inside, moulding my heart into a unique pattern and eventually this pattern resurfaces for people around me to see. But to write in a public journal, or a open blog is like a highway for these internal wonderings to shoot straight out through my skin and display to everyone the morals that i guide myself along. It is not slightly nerve wrecking, it is very unsettling. Even so, I recognise an insecurity when I see one, and while i am still young, versatile, and strong hearted I visualize myself as a transformer, twisting the insecurities that plague teenage restless nights into personal momentums. I would like to write, or express clearly onto paper, while emptying myself of anxiety when they are worthless to be kept within. If I could use words that beat the same rhythem of my anxious heart, hopefull i will feel just a little bit better. language is not meant for communcation within souls, but within a soul maybe the mind and the heart will begin to understand each other a little better. |
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