Lunatec

It seems that writing is easy, until it becomes something about you that is a whole truth. The brutality of reality; the self-righteous or self-depricating nature of describing who you are in a mere paragraph or two. I am not good at that kind of writing, I am not that fond of the subject. I write poetry because I am unable to be brutal to others unless it is with pretty words. I can only achieve the cathartic cruelty that is needed to be a feeling person when using $2 words and a keyboard.
I write because I am unable to deal with letting go of an emotion until I have said it's peace. Words stream from my fingers in a flurry of sound and raw energy, only to be forgotten afterwords. Tomorrow, I will not remember all that I have written, and next week it will be the work of a stranger. My writing is a moment of feverish emotion that exists only in the moment. The reader gets the luxury of endless time to ponder and relish in the facet I have created. I am jealous of them because they often learn what I cannot.