How can a crowded place feel so empty?
Even during rush hour it's like everything is standing still.
Sometimes it feels like my head is an empty space. Where nothing happens. Even during rush hour. Silence.
But when I start writing, thoughts start spilling out. Writing fills up the empty spaces in my mind. Even though I'm not that big of a talker.
It's funny what writing can do for me.
Getting my inside out. Getting to know myself better with every ink spill.
He emptiness is filled for a second and flows out a second after that with my pen touching this paper.
There is so much in me that I myself haven't even discovered. There is a treasure hunt yet to go on.
Every day.
Dat is alles behalve het verspillen van inkt.
ReplyDeleteSchrijven is precies dat... inside out!