5.25- Forever Lost

Some people have a lifetime, others a moment. Infinite expressions of amplified energy cross paths within nanoseconds of each other, but the vibratory intersection is not guaranteed to lead to interaction.

Lonesomeness embraces the being of the one whose energy and intention is bound to rooms and dead space; unable to extend beyond borders her blossom withers, and in a moment that seems a lifetime, her vibration ceases to reach out into the ether.

And she is forever lost in a lifetime of moments, trapped in a room with no air.

K, Back.

I’m back to you, my lovely. I’ve let procrastination and lingering fear beat me down for too long; afraid that my words will fall short of the masses, I stopped blogging in a futile attempt at leaving me in mediocre state for the rest of my life.

Touche, fear. I am a writer. Whether my words are world renown or just a passing thought emitted into the ether, they deserve to be out of my brain and entered into the atmosphere. Denying myself of my passion leads to an internal longing to be more than who I am, when who I am is good enough.

Game over, procrastination. You will not win; in this war of restricted words, I will be the victor. You will see- you’ll suffer the might of my success and wonder why you’re just a passing thought in the years to come. You may have a firm grasp on my attention now, but rest assured that you’ve lost the war.

3.5 Love You, Back Soon

I love you, creative writing blog. You’ve drawn out some awesome stuff, and kept me engaged even when I felt devoid of all inspiration. Going through some quick life stuff at the moment, but I’ll be back for you. I promise, I won’t neglect you like I did the others, because you’re important to me.

<3,

Lyn

2.21 Procrastination

Glancing at the clock, Pedro grimaced as he realized his Pinterest boards have gained more attention than his final paper. He switches tabs quickly, reviewing the Wikipedia article on the Harlem Renaissance to gain a better understanding of the subject matter, but feels his eyes grow heavy even glancing at the material. Given his 9 AM deadline, Pedro felt as if the weight of two worlds rested on his shoulders, yet somehow concern had a way of disappearing with each comment written on his favorite game forum. As 3 AM approaches, Pedro hastily closes each unnecessary tab on his browser at a vain attempt to regain control.

Dwelling in the ether, tucked beneath Pedro menacingly was Procrastination, a rare species from the planet Procrasto. Waiting quietly, Procrastination crept up ever slowly, each hour gaining ground until by 5 AM the unseen alien had fully embraced Pedro without his knowledge. Feeding on creativity, this demon would effectively prevent Pedro from completing his term paper on time, lengthening his already extended college tenure by another semester. Satisfied with his work, Procrastination lurks in the shadows, anxiously awaiting its next creative meal.

2.13 Catch-Up

The daily journal cannot be daily if not written in once every 24 hours. Fabricating dates does not console the inner writer, yearning to elucidate her readers with witty banter, imaginative stories and fiery rants. Learning to combat procrastination is a talent, and in overcoming the detrimental malady can she be free to express herself in a way that expands her capabilities immensely.

Sometimes its better to just leave empty spaces, to fill gaps with the void experienced by missing a day of writing.

2.12 Friends

Old friends lost are new friends waiting to be rediscovered. I can forget her past, if the past doesn’t dictate the future.

Perhaps its better to leave love lost.

New old friends are new enemies?

Abstract.

2.11 Loss

I guess growing up with someone’s gift, knowing about all the trials and tribulations that happen in their life, having them be there for you when you need to be embraced by a comforting voice and sending them your positive energy in return…it feels like they’re a part of your family. When they’re gone, even if you never really knew them, you feel the same hurt, the same void. Maybe because my mom was born in the same year, or maybe because she was such an inspiration to me as a strong Black woman in control of her gifts, I’m not sure. I just know that right now it feels as if I’ve lost someone close to me. I not only mourn the lost of an icon, I mourn the loss of what feels like a friend and mentor. Praying for her daughter, and for all those in mourning as well.