Writing has been something that always put things in the balance for me. It really helped through teenage years...all the hormonal issues that resolved themselves, but i thought never would...haha, yeah. I want to reach out to people, and it seems i can through writing better than through talking. The spoken word is great, don't get me wrong, but the inflections can be taken the wrong way, and there's nothing that can beat the covenant of pen and paper--thier bond and ability to see what is Really going on.
If i had written instead of talked all my life, things would probably turned out better...which sucks, but hey, what are you going to do? :P
I enjoy psychology immensely, and study it all the time. Going to school to become a therapist. Also enjoy learning about body language and dreaming as well. I love people and thier problems; people are not problems--they simply have them. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...so, yeah. I am also an awkward person. haha
Quote: If a man will begin in certainties, he will end in doubt, but if a man will be content with his doubts, he will end in certainties.--Sir Francis Bacon.
I'm a cusp one virgo, with the life path number of 1.I love language--any kind! I am currently learning Russian, German, and Italian. ^.^ Already know some French. :D
I inhabit the abstract...ergo, my stuff may be a bit hard to understand if you look too hard at it. It's not about getting the RIGHT message, it's about seeing what you need in that moment. The beauty of the moment is in the complexity of your thought. :)
"There will always be just another word in the world for yanking creativity insided out."
Art, in its respective state has many meanings and not just one! I will do my best to not shun interpretations, because they are what YOU think, and that is the main priority. YOU make the assumptions...it's what makes art so much fun...if it were all fixed all the time--this would be quite bland! No idea is better or worse; it's simply tailored to your mind, and that is beautiful. ^.^
"Give poetry life, or enough belief in itself, that it grows wings to fly through our hearts, leaving only vacant shadows beneath its passing, and tears as it falls out of sight."
If you want to write a quickee (a remark or a hint for example) on this writer's profile, please sign in.