Somehow connected

another journal ~ I'm in touch with my melancholic muse ~

Dear Journal,

 

Sometimes my words and I are somehow linked. Yet I find it empty, like my heart is full of space. My brain works in different direction.  Thinking this and that… Wondering around, surrounded by people with empty faces. How can I live with such blank hope?

 

I fell asleep roaming around inside my head. Then I dream of a happy dream. Where I am smiling, a real one this time. Dreaming of a faceless person. Communicating as if we are connected. We eat, laugh, running around free and happy with each other’s dream. Those happy times put to a stop when I wake up. Another dream has end, now facing reality. Living the life on which is empty.

 

Yours truly,

 

Me

Author's Note

I'm in touch with my melancholic muse ~

Reviews

[CS]

You truly are in touch with the melancholy muse, dear one. You know, I think having these discussions with self are very valuable. Sometimes the two parts can feel seperate, the head and the heart. We often overthink what we feel, don't we? I can't tell you how many times I have fallen asleep while walking the halls of my own skull. But where would we be without those dreams of a better life than we were given?

Reality bites!

Always a pleasure to read your thoughts, dear pax. The muse can be a sad creature, I know, but it produces the greatest works when melancholy. That is the sacrifice as an artist.

Hugs to you my friend :)

[Wondering Mind]

It gets like that some times..This existence, but both dream state and otherwise make up the one, that's how I see it...both are "real"...so enjoy the best of both :)

[Marie]

I dream too of all I've lost. I used to find my only happiness in sleep, because reality was so blank. My writing was all I had to hand=g on to, and it pulled me through. It can pull you through too.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi Pax

Oh I hope that you haven't been feeling those heartfelt pangs of empty devastations, which can pound and eat away at your soul, inducing deep isolation. I am glad that you write about these matters intricately, a long term healing exercise, my dear, pen on!