He mentioned the fact that there’s always more than one way to write something and now I’m paralyzed by that thought. Write and revise. Reminds me of the Sylvia Plath quote that mentions the tendency to overexaggerate or downplay parts of a story to the point where it’s no longer the truth. The past is just a story we tell ourselves.
I began this post with the intention of penning a story that starred his two old friends, Denis and Mary. The color with how he painted this couple was nothing short of magic. As the music and smoke from the patrons’ cigarettes danced around us, an overwhelming heartache overtook me. His story came to a close and I buried my face in his chest and cried, it was so beautiful. The fact that their love story touched him enough to memorialize it on his body as a tattoo speaks volumes about his heart. I want to keep the details of their story to myself. I suppose it can be seen as selfish, especially since I waxed poetic about writing to preserve memories, but it’s not my story to share. It was a beautiful and tender moment and I want to keep it forever.
Once in a while, I find myself perusing this old account. Blog buddies of mine from back in the day have deactivated their accounts for one reason or another, perhaps from something so simple as growing older and seeing their mundane lives as not being blog-worthy. I don’t know.
I will never delete this. I’m a Memory Hoarder and a freakin’ sap. If I am unable to one day remember all these adventures, I would be more than thrilled to live vicariously through my words by reading this.
I’ve challenged myself to a stream-of-consciousness challenge. One ditty a day for however long it takes for me to feel like I have a good grasp of my voice once more. I will never classify myself as a Writer. To do so would imply that I know what I’m doing, a sort of pompous attitude that I would never attribute to myself. I write for the simple joy and release of putting Pen to Paper. It will never get old, despite my occassional absence. What can I say? It’s the Twins in me. My Gemini quality of tackling every creative project at the same time and never finishing. Abandoning for the sake of boredom. But I always come back. It’s a curse, really.