Forever Young: {[ Focus..focus..focus ]}

Blog Manifesto

This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

{[ Focus..focus..focus ]}

The world around me is a complete blur..
I only have one goal..my only focus.
I want my child happy..I want my friends
and family happy.
I..want to be happy. But without my glasses..
thats a blur.
I try to squint..I squint so hard I get headaches.
When I get headaches, my whole body throbs.
When my body throbs, my heart slows.
When my heart slows..I can't breathe.
I can go days without breathing.
I don't like it..but it happens.
Ever since this blog I've felt a million different
feelings. Love,hate,torment, torture,momentary happiness,
unimaginable depression..mostly pain.
Pain I want to be rid of. But..pain kinda makes me
who I am. I look at people differently because I know that
when they are being cheated on, they are feeling pain that
I know way to well of. It hurts me..when I see someone hurting
theirself. Specially when they are able to be great at so
many things. They hold back, they hid, they run. ..I want to
hid and run..but I'm trying to learn how to be ..great..

1 comment:

SharonMarch 20, 2012 at 6:17 PM
So much hiding going on...this writing leaves us fewer places to hide and more ways to be great!
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