crittie

When I was a child, I wrote constantly: poems, screenplays, books, essays and reviews. Words were my world because my world wasn’t really my world. My “real world” was a bit too real, so I slipped myself between pages of lines I’d read and written, and created peace there. In a stream-of-consciousness analyzation of the cause and effect of whatever was most fucked up at the moment, I plotted and schemed to change it. I learned how to slip between the lines so well, I was nearly translucent. Tho, I knew: I wanted to be a writer. So, I decided: I would be a writer. Til, many years later, I woke up one day and realized, I wasn’t. I had stopped writing. I mean, there’s been poems here and there, but… eh. Sometimes, despite our wildest childhood scheming, we grow out of our most deeply held dreams. There’s bills, and needs to be met. Life somehow gets in the way of actually Living. It can suck "waking up" but now, I dream again while waking. Only, I dream bigger. #AgeOfResonance