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My Blessing, My Curse

Author: Scribbles1338
ASL Info:    18/Female/St. Louis
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Words: 390
Class/Type: Prose /Serious
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I find it rather self-explanatory, but this is one of my favorite pieces of mine.

My Blessing, My Curse

The pitter patter of the keys under my fingers fascinates me. Like the rain, the sound is soothing, but at the same time turbulent. It shatters the dark silence of the night, creating an odd feeling of perplexity.
The sound inspires me to write. Entranced by the captivating glow emanating from the computer screen, I begin to type, allowing my soul to emerge as the stark whiteness of the screen fills with words. My words.
I often find myself lost in a dream, almost like a trance. Consumed by an urge to write, I tend to lose track of time, only to find myself in an alter-consciousness, a dream world. I spend most of my nights like this, typing my life away. Once I put them down on paper, my dreams, my goals, and my emotions become definite, emerging as narratives, more often as poetry. I think of nothing when I write, I simply allow my consciousness to take over, allowing the words to flow as my fingers skim over the keys.
My work has become my life, my hobby, my very existence. It is my blessing and at the same time my curse, for writing has the ability to cause as well as solve most of my problems. It allows me to escape from reality, and as nice as it may seem, living in a dream cannot possibly be rational.
I continue to type, watching as my words transform into complete thoughts. With every word, a moment in time is captured on paper, caged like a bird. Permanent. Every emotion, every thought that has ever been dear to me will forever be swallowed up in time. It intrigues me to know that many years from now I can look back at my writing and once again be able to feel every emotion I felt on a given day, a given time. Fascinating, really...
The haunting darkness wraps around me like a shroud. The sound of the clock mocks me as I suddenly become aware of the time. My dream world has once again come to an end as I snap back to reality. With a sigh, I listen to the harsh sound of silence.

Submitted on 2004-10-12 22:36:30     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I loved this! As a matter of fact, I am looking at the clock this very minute thinking about how I should be in bed. Getting up to go to work today was absolutely PAINFUL! I had about three hours of sleep last night...I spent the night writing and reading posts on ES. The same account speaks for the night before. Why don't we get a lunch hour as well as a nap hour at work? God knows that the nap would benefit me! Good work. I really enjoyed this piece. See you around. I am going to bed! Well, maybe just after I read a couple more postings! ;-)
| Posted on 2004-10-12 00:00:00 | by rkparkers | [ Reply to This ]
  very interesting piece. i like how it gives the reader an insight to why you write. it's hard to describe to some how a pen and paper can be as freeing as you describe here. excellent work.
| Posted on 2004-10-12 00:00:00 | by painfullyme | [ Reply to This ]

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