The Blood & The Bones

I share what inspires me. It may not be applicable to this moment. It may just be beautiful. I write what I’m feeling, what I’ve felt, what I struggle with and what I desire. I am inspired by so much around me. And I am constantly in awe of the talent I have encountered and the way it makes me think. Real writers break through to the feelings you’ve packed away. They don’t just throw words at the screen and call it art. It has a flow, it connects you with what you may have forgotten. It’s purpose is not to always sound like poetry but to feel like it. And that is what I share here.

You can keep checking here and there but you’ll never figure me out or where I’m currently at emotionally just by using what I’m posting. I have far more depth than you’ll ever grasp.

For those of you who think the ones who know their truth should talk less about it, well, you’re not fooling anyone. Some of you talk about not being in love, not needing anyone and being over someone far too much for anyone to actually believe you.

I know where I’m at emotionally. I know where I’ve been. I know where I hope to be going. I am not ashamed of what I have not let go of for it’s a part of me and it makes my writing more like an extension of my being and far more real, than pretending that it’s not there.

Focus on finding YOUR truth. Owning your own pain. Stop pretending. And don’t suggest that others do what you have not.

LL~