A Writers Tale

I'm alive. I've spent a large portion of my life gradually numbing myself to my emotions... Not realising that creation is made possible when we are emotional. I am so grateful for some of the most heart wrenching moments in my life. When I met you, I did not have much of a clue, not a single clue of what I wanted, of who I was and of what being alive in this world means. I was afraid and the worst thing about it... I didn't even realise that I was so scared. After sitting with you, only briefly I was empowered by you immediately. You made me feel on top of the world, you filled my entire being up and it was no big deal for you. Maybe it is that I rushed into bed with you super quick or maybe it was that I didn't give us enough of a chance to blossom... We didn't come to be. You are the love I almost had, the love whose taste ceases to leave my tastebuds alone. You were the love that showed me that absolutely anything is possible... And I was the love that.... Well ...

So it has been roughly 4 months since that beautiful day of clarity. The day of decision! I remember being sat around, constantly weighed down by the thoughts of what I should be doing with my life. I remember thinking... "I need to stop trailing around blindly, what the hell am I going to do with my life... I can't live in customer service jobs 'til the end of my days." I remember racking my brain over this very complex decision to move forward for quite some time, with quite a lot of intense contemplation. Squinting my face like a baby passing stool, in concentration of what the heck I should be doing. I remember feeling every single one of my cogs spinning around and around in my head, as I attempted to solve this very difficult equation. As you can imagine, that moment of eureka was an experience I welcomed with open arms. All of a sudden it was so infallibly clear, I should take the route of THE INFAMOUS WRITER! (After-all, given my thirst for knowle...