Resolution
I’ve read advice that I shouldn’t write about myself. After that, everything just clicked in my head. Maybe that’s the problem with my writing.
But the thing is, as conceited as it may sound, I am only fully familiar with myself. So I hesitate when I write about other things, because they are alien to me, and there is always a certain anxiety that grips me when faced unfamiliar territory.
I look back on everything I’ve written and see that, yes, most of it is about myself, or the people directly related to me. It’s a problem I have to fix soon. Maybe this choice of straying from my comfort zone will be a great thing. Maybe I’ll pay more attention to other people. Maybe I’ll think about consequence and human interaction more. Maybe, in effect, I’ll become a better person too.
I will start by writing about people close to me, and involving myself as little as possible in what I write. Hopefully, after that I’ll learn to write about strangers, or characters I’ve dreamed up in my head.
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I fell in love with a boy
whose hands gripped as firm as paperclips.
He had a lightning smile
that always flashed when I sang
‘My dog has fleas.’ to GCAE.
His strawberry cheeks
would eat up his eyes, but they
still shone as bright as lemon drops.
His voice was abstracted sunshine.
The scattered rays would reach my smile
whether he stuttered with an audience
or sang along (terribly) to Lenka.
His warmth was electric, and he
was never short of hot cocoa hugs.I fell in love with a boy
with paperclip-grip hands
and a flickering light bulb heart.
I’ve stopped writing for so long, I think I forgot how to. This is sort of an experiment on metaphors, and a poorly phrased excuse to get over this feeling.
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I need a break from everything to sort myself out. A clean slate would be nice too.
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