sometimes i feel my body actually craving the expulsion of words. i feel them banging around in my chest cavity, pushing against my stomach and
ricocheting off my collarbone. gestating like a child in the womb ready to be birthed. with not enough space, they squirm, trying to find a comfortable position. yet there is no comfortable position in this too-small-body that was only meant to be a temporary home.
but i don't yet know the child's name. and i have no idea what words i am ready to birth. all i know is, i am so full with them i feel as though i might explode.
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I often get that feeling too, which is why, I just write, often at random times, and what I've found is that it's beginning to develop into the semblance of a book, not that I think it'll ever get published. But it feels good to let the words out.
I know what you mean. And I like how you worded this!
Wow.
That's intense.
i feel this way so often... although unlike you I have a hard time putting the words together...
xoxo
so well written....I know what you mean!
oh i know just how you feel! but i've never even thought it as beautifully as you wrote it. thanks.
I TOTALLY know what you mean... Every. Single. Day. I wish I had the write (pun intended) words.
Meg, I feel this way too, but you seem to be able to write and express what I cannot. You are magical!
i know exactly how you feel
give birth.. i'll buy your book! haha :)
I feel this too... constantly. Some days it's me dealing with my own "Ned." Some days... it's me dealing with words (hence why I entered the blog world)... some days it is with something that I cannot explain or understand. And on those days, I just want to scream and laugh and cry and smile- all at once. Exhausting... I know.
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