Day 1: Outside the Window
What’s the weather outside your window doing right now?
If that’s not inspiring, what’s the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?
The weather outside is currently cloudy. It was raining earlier, but now it’s actually fine. I’m thinking I should learn a new vocabulary word every single day. That way I can improve my writing & insert all sorts of imagination into my work.
Let’s begin and define “my work” and the consciousness that I just recently had by acknowledging myself in my writing. I’ve only written one paragraph, but my mind has already traveled to many places. Is that a sickness? Or a gift? Maybe both intertwined together by prejudices of society by what we perceive is correct or not, is logical or not. What a trip.
Who are these voices in my head? Scrambling around talking over each other. I don’t even know my own voice anymore, lost in the chaos, in the dark mess. But to me, there’s a sort of melody I can hear.
They say there is power in words, there is power in the pen. But I don’t see power. I see a boy looking to find peace. Hmm. Is this why people write? To reveal another level of consciousness that they have onto the paper? It’s both addicting and frightening.
I had to look up a synonym for scary, which was frightening. And just like that, I lost my stream of consciousness. What a fragile thing this human mind is.
And to think that this roller coaster of consciousness came through writing about the weather.
How is the weather anyhow? The heat from my heater that I feel on my left ribcage is quite pleasant in this chilly room.
I love the smell of the wood from this table. I love the classical music playing in the background. I love how natural all of these words are being painted onto the paper. It’s like my voice is finally free, the ironic thing is that I haven’t even spoken a word since I picked up this pen.
The relief! And to realize the only thing I needed was a silly topic, a timer, pen & paper.
This post is not about the weather at all. This prose was about giving myself the opportunity to write, to build, to start.