An Introduction to all who have managed to find or discover the contents of this blog. Well, Hello there.
Why have I made this? I made this blog to express myself in the form of poetry, an art form, a different way of telling you, dear reader, what I think and how I feel. Perhaps just through these simple words and phrases, can you experience the highs and lows that I wish to share.
Perhaps right now I sound rather impertinent, assuming that everyone would want to feel the way I do.
My extended apologies are due in that case.
Well, in the end, everyone has to admit that we are rather queer creatures aren't we? Inherently we are subconsciously masochistic, in one way or another I guess. In my short time on this Earth where my eyes were actually open and awake, I realised that to quell our life's disappointments and so on, we often seem to do things to aggravate the pain or feelings we already feel.
Take the simple matter of a broken heart for that matter. What is the first thing we do when our fragile hearts are shattered by a charming rogue or a seductive temptress? Yes we get emotional, bawl our heads off and you would think after a night of tears and soggy pillowcases it would be enough and natural for us to stand up and try to get over our swollen eyes and lead life back as it is again.
Unfortunately human nature isnt quite as forgiving as logic. We listen to our favourite love songs, rekindling the feelings of loss and love again. We cut our hands, hoping for a greater pain to distract us from the present. We drink our stomachs out at bars, only to topple over the barstools spewing our stomach fluids from our mouths.
Why do we torment ourselves so? Because we want to forget? Because we want to right the wrongs we did or did not do?
Then know this, if a feeling a sadness is already something you cannot endure, what makes you think, you can cause more pain to yourself that is equal or more to the feeling of depression? "So what do YOU do when youre upset?" You are probably retorting this in indignance right now. I tell you in my calmest voice " I write."
Stories, poems, scripts... anything.
In a sense, after watching a televison show called heroes, I am able to relate to an artist called Isaac Mendez, who's creativity and full artistic talents were only able to surface when he was at the peak or rock bottom of his emotions. He soon learned to control his talents and to was able to use them at anytime he pleased. I hope that one day, I can become Isaac Mendez, where my feelings to create my forms of art are not controlled by the highs and lows of my emotions.
