Tomorrow I fly back to Brisbane.
This week was meant to be a ‘break’ … for reasons I’m still sorting out, I must say that’s not what it felt like at all.
The writing that I’ve done over the past few days has been fiercely emotional. As a Writer, some creative pieces are just that … creative. They’re words born to paint scenarios in a unique way that expresses my style and connect me with the world.
Other pieces are me processing days, taking whatever spins in my stomach and weaving it into word art that will hopefully swallow down the excess feelings or whatever it is I simply can’t make sense of any other way.
I started this page to keep track every day of what’s happening in the world of gretchen’s writing. I’ve learned that self-analyzing creative processes and influence digs deeper inside than my initial expectation of ‘hey I think I’ll go to New York City and write.’
lethal distraction of self absorbtion
you don’t notice
salt crusted eyelids.
dehydrated visions from when
you said you saw
how there’s hurt
blue eyed promises.
it suddenly became
my underwater lips.
drowning in liquid trails.
down my face.
you don’t notice.