Momentum of an Emotion, To mourn something you know so truly. Options

[xXYouMeBedNowXx]

Today, I have discovered true happiness. 9:39 this evening. In Art Class. One of my long life obstructions is the fact that I am sometimes unable to express my emotion. To be unable to put feelings onto paper, onto canvas, into words, simply because the feeling is too great, and to attempt to is to do so in vain. The beauty of it. Oh, the beauty of it. Who would of known? To find pure, untainted, happiness in the eyes of a thing that I go on day to night and night to day? The sight so great, so awesome. A tune was playing, from the movie "The Sound of Music". A good friend of mine, singing, dancing to it. Another lazily laughing at her unorthodox sibling in a bliss of sweet breath. My very own sister too, absorbing the emotion in its raw, unfaltered form. My instructor, too absorbed in it. And a friend, oh, the friend. The one person I hold in the much most highest respect for, in a way that is so...so...unbelievable. It is not a romance. No, it couldn't. But the same level of feeling, in the sense of good. And to know all of this, to witness all of it. To know one thing that can make everything so in too much context and to so much sucked into itself. Absorbed, felt, to the deepest crevices of my heart, mind, and soul: that it will not last. This feeling, this great happiness this joy of monolithic proportions, of an infinite amount can, no --- will, be lost. Why? WHY? Why must it? To feel in such great amounts that so much has been given and then it must be taken, ripped from my body? To feel so much happiness, and because of it, fed to sorrow. Yes, today is the day where I found true happiness, and yet too found the deepest level of my sorrow. Learn this, and learn this well: YOUR LIFE, MY LIFE, EVERYONE'S, TAKE CONTROL, LIVE IT, TAKE CHANCES AND DO EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO GIVE YOURSELF THAT PARAMOUNT; BECAUSE YOU MUST, THIS IS YOUR ONLY SHOT.


This was written a few days ago. In fact, yesterday. Feel free to discuss anything you may feel about this.

[rOckThISshYt]

omg... I absolutly loved that. It was amazing. It was a poem in itself. Putting your emotions in words without flatly, plainly stating the emotion; using many words to describe the many different aspects of how you feel without dragging your point. I.... love it. Breathless. You show true happiness and it's great.

[xXYouMeBedNowXx]

Thank you so much. This was taken out of a realisation of the fact that all things must end. The proportionality of both the contrary emotions are overlapped by the latter one. All of this was emotion-drive writing: pure flow of words. When I write, this is the sort of emotion, inspiration you must achieve to reach good writing. Letting it all spill at once is the best thing you can do. Don't think, just write.

[rOckThISshYt]

Thank you so much. This was taken out of a realisation of the fact that all things must end. The proportionality of both the contrary emotions are overlapped by the latter one. All of this was emotion-drive writing: pure flow of words. When I write, this is the sort of emotion, inspiration you must achieve to reach good writing. Letting it all spill at once is the best thing you can do. Don't think, just write.

Exactly... lol. That's all I have to say.


ps:: Some writers can take a lesson from you.

[xXYouMeBedNowXx]

One thing that I was unsatisfied about this was, like I stated my lifelong obstruction:

One of my long life obstructions is the fact that I am sometimes unable to express my emotion. To be unable to put feelings onto paper, onto canvas, into words, simply because the feeling is too great, and to attempt to is to do so in vain.

Imagine emotion as fluid, and that writing is your output of the container (your mind) holding that fluid. It's sputtering. Usually it would flow, in a smooth stream of consciousness, but this is too much and is forced out with pressure. If there's anything that is nicked out, it's that.

[*stephinika*]

^^
your words are so beautiful. honestly. very nicely written and so sincere.

[xXYouMeBedNowXx]

thanks, both of you, hopefully, when the time comes and you, too, will understand the feeling, you can always come back to this and understand.

[xTINAA]

I like it a lot. I think it was written very well. It seems very sincere and it just flows. I especially liked this part for some reason:

Absorbed, felt, to the deepest crevices of my heart, mind, and soul: that it will not last. This feeling, this great happiness this joy of monolithic proportions, of an infinite amount can, no --- will, be lost. Why? WHY? Why must it? To feel in such great amounts that so much has been given and then it must be taken, ripped from my body? To feel so much happiness, and because of it, fed to sorrow. Yes, today is the day where I found true happiness, and yet too found the deepest level of my sorrow.

It's great, good job =)

[xXYouMeBedNowXx]

I like it a lot. I think it was written very well. It seems very sincere and it just flows. I especially liked this part for some reason:
It's great, good job =)

Thanks, a lot people miss that part about this piece. It throws them off just a little sometimes.

[imadorkabledxd]

To be unable to put feelings onto paper, onto canvas, into words, simply because the feeling is too great, and to attempt to is to do so in vain

that was my favorite line. and of course, very well written. one of the best AND few great pieces on this forum.

[Teesa]

ahh, lovely!!
here's my favorite part because it gave so much imagery for me:

The sight so great, so awesome. A tune was playing, from the movie "The Sound of Music". A good friend of mine, singing, dancing to it. Another lazily laughing at her unorthodox sibling in a bliss of sweet breath.