Sometimes I feel a certain sort of way.
It drives me to want to write it, express it
But maybe writing isn't the best avenue to express it
How do I illustrate in a journal the act of sitting silently
How do I capture this moment these feelings when the act itself was still and silent?
Do I simply type an ellipsis and end this entry?
...
No that doesn't suffice.
Do I attempt to use my limited vocabulary to nail down these ... I can't even find a word to describe my feelings...
My lack of vocabulary makes me feel trapped inside my own body unable to articulate adequately, handcuffed by both poor spelling and thesaurus suggestions from google out of this come frustration.
On top of all of these mixed confused feelings comes the anger at my own limitations to simply express them.
So here I sit, alone on the couch fingers rested on the home row, eyes rested and blurred as I remain in my prison.
Every day’s been a step toward perfecting the art of the small talk
So I never have to say something I might really mean
...
Dawes- Now That It's Too Late, Maria
It drives me to want to write it, express it
But maybe writing isn't the best avenue to express it
How do I illustrate in a journal the act of sitting silently
How do I capture this moment these feelings when the act itself was still and silent?
Do I simply type an ellipsis and end this entry?
...
No that doesn't suffice.
Do I attempt to use my limited vocabulary to nail down these ... I can't even find a word to describe my feelings...
My lack of vocabulary makes me feel trapped inside my own body unable to articulate adequately, handcuffed by both poor spelling and thesaurus suggestions from google out of this come frustration.
On top of all of these mixed confused feelings comes the anger at my own limitations to simply express them.
So here I sit, alone on the couch fingers rested on the home row, eyes rested and blurred as I remain in my prison.
Every day’s been a step toward perfecting the art of the small talk
So I never have to say something I might really mean
...
Dawes- Now That It's Too Late, Maria