Today, I read something by one of my classmates (check out his post on http://carpediemcoffee.tumblr.com/) and it just made me miss writing. And not just mindless writing, but writing that comes from the very depths of my soul and spreads into my veins like a wildfire.
For those of you that have ever been passionate about something or someone, you understand exactly what I mean.
I miss writing about how the sun reminds me of caramel lattes and whip cream with cherries on top; delicious, warm, and sticky sweet as the heat slides from your shoulders and into the very depths of your soul, warming up the hidden aches in your heart.
I miss writing about the way we all hide inside ourselves; we yearn for someone to just know, to just understand and yet, we hold up skin-tight smiles and emotionless eyes hoping someone can see through our facade.
“I’m not OK” we think to ourselves.
“Can’t you see that?”
I miss the way the pen glides from my fingertips as an extension of my fingers. Mind and hands connected in one beautiful, masterpiece creating a path where people can connect and understand. Where pain and happiness are separated only by connotation and italics. An escape where no emotion is hidden and no desire is judged.
God, I miss this.
I can feel myself waking up from my wordless slumber. This is all so familiar and yet so strangely new. I’m not 13 years old anymore wishing that things didn’t happen to me. I’m 18, almost 19 years old now. And all I want is another day. Another hour. Another minute. Another second.
Just one more time to live in this beautiful, colorful world and the mysterious people in it.
Hello Everyone. My name is Analiz and I am a writer.
