A Writers Tale

Blown Away Like the ocean breeze brushes past my face, My inspiration seems to float away. I stand upon this cliff edge, gazing out at the brilliant turquoise ocean before me, And I gasp at the magnitude of it all, I face the wonder of it all, And yet here I stand, in a state of anxiety… A state of overwhelm at the future of the all in my hands, The gift of entirety, is entirely too much, Or yet it seems it at this moment. I’m listening to the oceans heart beat and the sounds of the tides rolling in, Minute by minute, Hour by hour, I stand frozen by the effects of time and the sounds of every consecutive wave echoes on in my mind for what feels like an eternity, I guess an eternity of being one with the sea can only provide me with the soothing, healing purity of the most sterile and the most awe-inspiring oceans cold, Where the sea creatures which dwell at the depths of such, are beyond our understanding of what conditions are required for ...

Day 8 Take a nondescript sentence such as, "How are you?" Write the same line from at least five different points of view. "How are you?" You alright?  How are you feeling? Are you good? Are you okay? How do you feel today? Is everything okay? "What do you think?" Share your thoughts. Where does your mind wander? What is your opinion on the matter? Penny for your thoughts. He exchanged a confused glance as if requiring explanation/ What is on your mind? Where does that thought train go? Edit: I misunderstood what was meant by point of view "What do you think?" "What does he think?" "Where did her mind wander?" "What did I think?" "What were they thinking?" "What is on your mind?" Taken from: 30 Day Writing Challenge

Peculiarity in life's breath Solitude, the true home of peace? It is in solitude, where all becomes clear. All darkness of self, all understanding, the messages of fate, where are we to go, what are we to do? Just breathe, fate knows the way, follow her... She will be your North star if you just let her guide you. More can be done in silence and solitude and loneliness can be eased through a pleasant conversation with yourself, and let's be fair, we always get the responses we want from ourselves. This is not a post about becoming an author although maybe in some ways, this will apply to the results of my endeavours. As I'm getting older and older, I am getting more and more abstract and less connected to the world as it is... I don't feel I can really create a right connection with anyone... Everyone in this world is out for themselves, and this seriously hurts to realise... For me to integrate with the world... I have to join in with the selfish culture... I...