a letter to my literary lover

a letter to my literary lover

A Story by isabella
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an open discourse with literature and langage

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Dear Literature and Langage, 

I miss literature like I miss being on holiday. I was having a terrific time but for some indiscernible reason, it felt reassuring to go back to a more structured environment with rules and seriousness. Now I'm caught up in this tiresome and painful routine, I just want to go back to where I was happiest: the leisure of art. 

Rules are bullocks. I hate rules. It's boring and I'm bored and I'm ever so uninterested by all the unnecessary causalities of day to day life. I long for creativity, for passion, for feeling. I feel I have become a casualty of causality. As I stare at the huge brazilian flag proudly displayed on my wall, I laugh when I read the immense statement "Order and progress". Reminiscing the chaos of my inner mental structure, "order and progress" scrapes the surface of situational irony.  

I abandoned literature thus literature has abandoned me. Before, the beauty of words overtook me during  the most common daily occurrences, in the supermarket, watching tv, waiting for a train. I felt like a psychic who saw You as though You had appeared only for my eyes to see. However now it is as though Literature has fled me, like a fox she lets you glance at her from the corner of her eye but never lets you catch her. She has emptied me of my blood and now I don't even have the force to pick up a book and read. It's like if the longing of her made me despair to a point of giving up on her entire existence. 

Therefore I guess this is a plea to the Most Enthralling of Arts. She that soothes me, enlightens me and loves me. Please forgive me. Give me back my eyes that allowed me to see beauty and love. Shower me with knowledge. Hand me the keys of my curiosity. I 

 
Yours sincerely, 
Isabella, your lunatic admirer

© 2017 isabella



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Amazing and wonderful words and thoughts.
"Therefore I guess this is a plea to the Most Enthralling of Arts. She that soothes me, enlightens me and loves me. Please forgive me. Give me back my eyes that allowed me to see beauty and love. Shower me with knowledge. Hand me the keys of my curiosity. I "
I agree and I liked the above lines. I wish I had more time to wander, write and create. Thank you Isabella for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

isabella

3 Weeks Ago

I'm glad my writing touched you, I feel like the issue of school not being enough of a creative outl.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Weeks Ago

You are welcome Isabella.



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Amazing and wonderful words and thoughts.
"Therefore I guess this is a plea to the Most Enthralling of Arts. She that soothes me, enlightens me and loves me. Please forgive me. Give me back my eyes that allowed me to see beauty and love. Shower me with knowledge. Hand me the keys of my curiosity. I "
I agree and I liked the above lines. I wish I had more time to wander, write and create. Thank you Isabella for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

isabella

3 Weeks Ago

I'm glad my writing touched you, I feel like the issue of school not being enough of a creative outl.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Weeks Ago

You are welcome Isabella.

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isabella
isabella

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Hi, I'm a 17 year old student in France. I am British, French and Brazilian. I'd describe myself as a very curious and sensitive person. I have a passion for the arts: drama, music (playing guitar, si.. more..

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