Safe haven

coming from raw feeling

Dear Journal,

 

I felt moody much more lately. Do i excel on my writing? Sometimes I feel like not writing that it didn't satisfy the emptied feeling. Yeah, maybe I am sad and badly need of an outlet. I wish I still have my personal space just to draw things out; and I meant draw ~ illustrate, paint again… To paint away the uncolored life of an emptied paper. I wish you understand this feeling mr. Journal. If you could just reply and made me smile. Well life is just like this isn’t? I am too dull, too numb to feel the warmth around me. Perhaps my hold to life is getting slippery as my sweaty hands tightly hold it. Though my grip is still strong but sweat makes me loose grasp often times, then fall into the deep hallows of my heart.

 

          Ok, enough talk with melancholia. Let’s count the days and months or even years ~ I guess nothing has changes much except appearance. We age that is a fact, but if your life is still those who always looks back and gets stuck ~ moving on will be a hard one.

 

          In times of this rawness of feelings, I ponder to over-think until the result becomes blank. I always fail in understanding this feeling. Guessing emptiness will always be my safe haven.

 

Sincerely;

w.Pax

 

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

This is indeed raw and affecting. I think we all get to that point where we over think things in life and/or poetry. I've found my safe haven to be poetry itself, just put it out there and let it rip Pax...which is exactly what you've done here. Not so blank after all my dear friend.

[FJ Davis]

An outpouring of bothersome, often, conflicting feelings.
The kind of "therapy" we all sometimes need, Pax.

[Marie]

Pax, you do tend to over think things. Emptiness is safe, but not productive. I've seen some of the aart work at which you excell, and I believe you could fill your life with it.

[Caradoc]

My safe haven is the realm of dreams. Only there am I free. Emptiness is just another pain to feel.

[Sami Khalil]

"Let’s count the days and months or even years ~ I guess nothing has changes much except appearance. We age that is a fact, but if your life is still those who always looks back and gets stuck ~ moving on will be a hard one.



In times of this rawness of feelings, I ponder"
Wow. You have described the feeling of emptiness greatly and touched on all of its aspects that drives us to depression and the slippery slope of heartaches. I like how you are addressing this letter to a dear journal and not someone. Your emotions here Mr. Pax are honest and raw for it reflects our fragile life and how things can change in an instant or it might take years...Well done my friend...:)

[gabrielle]

Dearest Pax,
First, the font style is killing my eyes (lol). second, it's better to creatively name your journal and not just a plain- "mr. Journal" (geez, where's your creativity? lol again).

P.s. This "to paint away the uncolored life of an emptied paper" is absolutely beautiful! Over thinking will dry out the creative genius in you. =).

[Pax]

thanks kabayan... i have change that font... i am talking to my journal kasi.. :D
creative genius... saan doon? - sorry i kinda believed i have a genius living inside of me...

[Pax]

oh, what i mean on this is: sorry i kinda don't believed i have a genius living inside of me...

[gabrielle]

=). now, i got the chance to read this again. i think that if the main goal is to excel in writing, the greater will be the pressure (pinahaba ko lang sabi kc required ang 25 characters di pede yung smile lang) =).

[Pax]

salamat Gab, reading this, the feelings on it, it is not as heavy as before... so medyo na lif-up nang konti