Sometimes my depression and erratic emotions derails my motivation and crashes into my thoughts, swallowing the entirety of my day and I’ve fallen into a void, floating away.
Before I know it, my day has disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I don’t write very often about my own emotions nor about my life personally, it’s a strange thing to write about– the mercurial emotions of a writer are quicksilver, always shifting from happy, dropping to sadness. When I feel something so strongly, the words flow easily into my mind and spill out from the tips of my fingers in chaotic scribbles. Words typed, stamped in black font on my screen, thoughts to be untangled and picked apart by the reader.
How can you proofread your own emotions and thoughts? Can you correct the mistakes so easily? Mark them out with whiteout, jot quick notes in the margins of your life in a red pen. Can you read the notes, fix everything you wanted to–
Can you offer advice for the broken child of yesterday?
Can you fix the mistakes of today’s struggling adult?
Can you ease the pain of tomorrow’s elderly?
Can you tell me, it will be okay in the beginning and end?
The middle between the past and future, I will be present when you are ready to tell me your answers and I will tell you my stories.
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This is beautiful, beautiful daughter. Love to you.
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