Unfinished blog about yearning….
Starting out as a solo artist I was consumed by a sense of longing. There was an empty space, and the yearning to fill it made the molecules in my being buzz. I was never a poet, but I know that the feeling I felt was the feeling where poetry comes from…or rather it was poetry. Tonight I feel a sense of dissatisfaction. And I feel the need to challenge it. Because it is the easier position to always want something more. I am okay with weakness, but I have no time for sentimentality. To look back is important. But looking back in the present with a sense of longing to a time when you were consumed with a yearning for something in the future has something deranged, something self defeating about it. Us human beings. How we just don´t make sense! But then again, that itself is our poetry. We are always vexed somewhere between a longing for the past, a will to the future, and a forgetfulness of the present.
……i must finish this…..sometimes life calls most unexpectedly…..
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