Thoughts
december twentieth twenty-eighteen
Some days I wonder why the radio is filled with sad songs of heartbreak and loneliness — or learning to love yourself (again) within your loneliness — but other days I know exactly why.
Yesterday, I was thumbing through this book, looking for something, which I didn't find lol, but what I did find was my poetry is some depressing shit. I know why it's the way it is, but it still made me think.
When I'm feeling my worst I crave to write. I can feel good and want to write, too, but sometimes I feel so broken my words do no justice and all I can do to express myself is get them out in the form of fiction or in the case of this book ... poems {or whatever}.
I don't want to stop using writing as a way to express my low points but I want to start documenting my happy moments too, because I have a lot of those too and I don't think I document them very well.
So instead of complaining that there are too many sad songs/poems/stories (and still loving them) I'm going to work hard to create shorter content that uplifts and makes people smile in addition to all the sad/broken shit I write ❤️
xo_kae