Monday, 18 May 2009
Thursday, 14 May 2009
I wrote this a long time ago, found it in an old notebook.
I've woken myself up drowning 1000 times, but its you I'm trying to save. Water rises, rithing around me. Constricting but so free. Snow blind. Salt bite eyes, closed tight. Seconds like minutes, minutes like hours. I stirke out. The tyres spin in the mud. Drift wood helpless in the waves.
Your two strong arms lift me.
It's you I will live for. To make the same mistakes as you, and worst. Make the connections you would of made, if you'd just had the time. This will be my way to maintain a peice of you in this world.
All we are is driftwood in the shallows, waiting for that rip to drag us out for the next set. Lets hope it's a good one.
Your two strong arms lift me.
It's you I will live for. To make the same mistakes as you, and worst. Make the connections you would of made, if you'd just had the time. This will be my way to maintain a peice of you in this world.
All we are is driftwood in the shallows, waiting for that rip to drag us out for the next set. Lets hope it's a good one.
Monday, 11 May 2009
Self-indugence.
I was wondering why I have started writing this 'blog'. I have no conclusion as of yet, I'm just hoping to find out as I write.
First off, writing is something that I very much enjoy to do. I'm generally good at expressing myself, whether its through talking to people or writing, but I find that I'm more free to be completely open when I write. It’s like being on ecstasy your inhibitions are loosened and the truth is more likely to flow out whether you mean it to or not. Which I think is a good thing, I occasionally play dark and mysterious but I think I'd live a happier life if I was always straight with people, and I can be when wrighting - I don't feel the need to stay within the norms of social conduct, to restrict myself to avoid embarrassment, as I believe I do in most everyday conversations.
But this makes me think to myself; am I doing this for selfish reasons or am I trying to enrich and enlighten the lives of other Blogspot users... It definitely is not the later. This brings me to thinking is everything I write to indulge myself? Is there any non-selfish form in which to write my mind? I've written reviews and articles and the like which have been solely for the reader but I don't think that counts, I'm still writing for me as well, to accomplish something.
The reason I am thinking these thoughts, is because I read an article today by someone who is the definition of self-obsessed, he tells the story of his struggle to 'overcome' body dysmorphic disorder, an 'illness' in which you are completely obsessed by your appearance. The article was for a website called Health and Spirituality (eeeew). The irony of the piece was how he was writing about overcoming his self-obsession but in an entirely self-indulgent way.
Everything I have so far written (on here) is either to inform, entertain or both. But who is my target audience? Who am I trying to inform and entertain? Me?
First off, writing is something that I very much enjoy to do. I'm generally good at expressing myself, whether its through talking to people or writing, but I find that I'm more free to be completely open when I write. It’s like being on ecstasy your inhibitions are loosened and the truth is more likely to flow out whether you mean it to or not. Which I think is a good thing, I occasionally play dark and mysterious but I think I'd live a happier life if I was always straight with people, and I can be when wrighting - I don't feel the need to stay within the norms of social conduct, to restrict myself to avoid embarrassment, as I believe I do in most everyday conversations.
But this makes me think to myself; am I doing this for selfish reasons or am I trying to enrich and enlighten the lives of other Blogspot users... It definitely is not the later. This brings me to thinking is everything I write to indulge myself? Is there any non-selfish form in which to write my mind? I've written reviews and articles and the like which have been solely for the reader but I don't think that counts, I'm still writing for me as well, to accomplish something.
The reason I am thinking these thoughts, is because I read an article today by someone who is the definition of self-obsessed, he tells the story of his struggle to 'overcome' body dysmorphic disorder, an 'illness' in which you are completely obsessed by your appearance. The article was for a website called Health and Spirituality (eeeew). The irony of the piece was how he was writing about overcoming his self-obsession but in an entirely self-indulgent way.
Everything I have so far written (on here) is either to inform, entertain or both. But who is my target audience? Who am I trying to inform and entertain? Me?
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