Into The Vault

Mar 31, 2013 in ,

This weekend is the last weekend I have before things start to really get busy, and I've been spending it editing old poems, and writing new ones. I managed to graduate a few poems from unfinished to finished, which was nice.

The feeling I have right now is both strangely calming and exhilarating, and I haven't felt this way in a long, long time. For a couple of months, I thought I kind of forgot how to write poems, because they didn't come to me like before, and when they did, it was only for a fleeting moment that never quite left me satisfied. But this past week has been amazing, and it feels a little like I'm making up for lost time.

It makes me sad that today is the last day that I have for this, because come tomorrow, I won't really have time for it anymore for quite a long while, and there's no way of telling if I'll be able to write again then. It scares me how volatile this can be - one minute, it comes to me without me asking, and the next, before I have time to turn around, it's gone. And when I want the most to be able to write, the block comes. I still remember this one time when I had such a strong urge to write something, but I didn't know what. Then there are the times when it was the other way around…

I'm just going to try to enjoy whatever is left of this.

In the meantime, Happy Easter, everyone. :)