Tree

There's something in trees that are old and that bend in many different ways. I'm talking about the trees without green or flowers on them. Just dark vacant branches. Those trees calm me down when I see them. Makes me take a big slow deep breath. Seeing them makes me want to move to the country and climb branches by the water.

I don't think I've ever read anything that talks specifically about the hustle of the city. The city can grind you down if you leave yourself subject to it. What I mean is that if you don't speak your mind, the days are just like clockwork. Before you have time to think about getting out of the city, you're already wrapped up by it. I've got relatives from the very other side of the country. They think it's a fuckin field trip coming down to the busy suburbs. I don't think any of those relatives write, paint, or anything. Not that I judge a person based on things like that or whatever, I just don't know how to describe them. No matter how those family of mine are described, there sure are a lot of the trees I like from where they're from.

I saw a video the other day of a small tree that was dug up out of the ground and replanted in another place. It was a big process. The tree had a lot of veins that were planted deep in the ground. The video made me want to dig up one of the old trees I like and replant it in my backyard.  

 

Angry Writings

It's called angry writing. You just get started writing. You've got to have good voice though. Without the voice, there is no writing. It sure has been awhile. I sit in my room alone quite a bit. Sometimes I think I'll log on here and write for hours. Other times I can't think of anything I would say. In every case over the last year, I don't end up writing a damn thing.

Today I'm writing a damn thing. A damn, angry thing. A lot has happened in my life since I semi-regularly wrote on this blog. As I look back and reflect on my writing a few years and a few months ago, I see and remember a lot of random moments in my life. Some depicted very honestly, some drastically over-exaggerated.

When you look back on moments of your life and reflect on them, often times you'll wish something happened that didn't. That's just life, isn't it? But, when you write about it, is it more fulfilling to write your moments in the way you wish events occurred, or how they actually did? Probably in the way you wished they occurred. Either way, you can write about your life angrily. Angry at why your life is at such a fictional low point or at a truthful unhappy moment.

That's it for now I think. I don't know how regularly I'm going to start writing on here now. One thing for sure, be it fiction or reality, writing makes me feel better. I try hard to make my writing have some kind of voice. I want the emotion to bleed through. I wouldn't want someone with the type of patience I have to get bored reading what I've got written down. Reality is true to form when I say nobody will ever read these writings. Well maybe not. Maybe I'll share and someone can read my writing and hopefully not be left wishing for something more. That's why sometimes you have to write angry.