There and Back Again

Listening to: Swamp (Michael Kamen)
Pondering: The unspoken word never does harm. (Kossuth)

Today I bought a journal/diary because I realized that I wanted to start writing again. I’ve missed writing in my journal all the thoughts I have, both the good thoughts and the bad ones. For the longest time, I had a journal to pour my emotions into. My deepest secrets, though I never do write about them, are represented in some ways in the pages of my journals. It could be in the form of a poem, a passage, song lyrics, or a paragraph that I hope to someday use in the book I will someday write.

Lately, I’ve stopped writing mostly due to lack of time and also because I’ve seemed to have lost my creativity, if I ever did have some sense of it. I’ve ran out of things to write about. Before, I could write about even the most mundane things but lately, I’d rather take a picture of something instead of writing about it. My last journal, which covered a span of two years, has nothing on it but pictures, postcards from my travel, tickets stubs from a concert I went to or a train ride I took - memorabilia of a moment, a time that has passed. I do love that journal, love flipping through its pages but now it’s time to actually start writing my feelings and thoughts again. And if I can, I will write every day of the week (and post it as a blog entry). It will mostly be about trivial things but I will make an effort to write every day. I shall start tonight.