My Very Essence…

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writing roses

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  I write because I love words…

More than that…

I am utterly infatuated, fascinated, increasingly enamored with them…

their ability to express anything and everything one would desire…

 So very many decadently delightful and exquisitely evocative ways…

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I write to release pent up thoughts…emotions, hopes, fears, dreams…

Endless expressions of me…

Who I am…why I am…where I wish to go in this journey of life…

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Not only is writing my catharsis, it is unceasingly shaping me…

I quite literally am writing myself into who I am…

who I am becoming…who I will be…

My personal revolution…

A metamorphosis via a plethora of beloved words…

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If you wonder why I write..the above is the best answer I’m able to give you…

Perhaps that also explains why I write so often of the inability to

express words exactly how or when I would wish…

To put words to the vague…the intangible…the elusive…

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Some people call it writer’s block…

I call it amputation…

Without my beloved words…

I lose myself…my voice…my very essence…

I am only as unique as the words I choose…

The emotions…the feelings conjured by their purposeful placement.

It is my insistent compulsion to continually do so in ever more very varied ways…

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You need look no further…

For this is who I am…wholly and completely me…

To be found…

In each word I write…

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Unspoken…

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A question reveals itself in your eyes…

Reflections in spirit…

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Words of knowledge, wisdom, advice…

Silly banter…

Unknown effect…

Words of comfort, healing, concern…

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Known is the inability to explore…

It is unreachable…unattainable…

Strengthening allure…

Words like a balm soothe the sadness deep inside the soul…

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A question is asked…

In between the words giving the answer

resides all that is wanted to be said but cannot be…

Unattainable…unreachable…

As it was…

As it must all ways be…

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Everything desperately wanting to be said

must remain unspoken…

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