Word covered thoughts, pixel covered ideas

I love having inspiration while I sleep. The fact that I was having dreams about sharing my writing, and writing more, just makes me realize how important it is to me. How using my vocabulary to express my inner workings is more calming than a bubble bath and a good book. How the black and white stains the clean page in front of me, and in doing so, cleans the dirt from the lenses within my brain. By writing, I achieve the equilibrium needed to continue, the motivation to continue throughout my path. I need to remember this, as the never ending list of tasks looms, that sometimes it is okay to take a moment to reflect upon myself. To regroup, and move forward clear headed and refreshed, rather than continue on dirty and tired.

Writing to me is so much more than an easy come, easy go pastime. It's fuel for an artistic soul hidden beneath overly analytically mind that functions best on lists and order. The secret staircase to my soul, one that I haven't even fully explored yet myself. It is the step by step descent into freedom, and darkness. Its like a never ending adventure, to find myself. To understand the complexities in the world around me, and to ponder the human race. To define myself in broad spectrum terms, to somewhat encapsulate myself in a way that can be understood. To take the world and pick it apart, and decide what things intrigue me the most.

Writing is my safety, for when my emotions betray me and the crying begins. It allows me to articulate myself and use my words swiftly and correctly. Sometimes, when my emotions overcome me I find myself stumbling through a minefield of words, trying to find my tongue to extract the syllables from my throat. When I write, it's like water flowing through my mind. The words come freely and uninhibited, and bind themselves to the ideas that are floating, wordless and lost; bubbles looking for a protective shell to carry them out in to the harsh reality we live in. The ideas that cannot take shape because the words need to bring them safely into reality are hidden beneath my subconscious.

Writing to me is personal, which may seem contradictory as I post these pixels into the vast internet. Writing is what I do for myself. Writing is how I take myself past the plane of boring college student, into the young adult I find that I am. Writing, is how I think I will make my mark in the world. Writing is not just a facet of me. Writing is so much more.