My method of creation is strange. I have inspirations in the most unlikely: walking on the street in chemistry class, listening to music, watching a movie when I get stressed or in the middle of a conversation with someone, or simply when I take a break from the stress and rush to relax. The texts, poems and songs, or even phrases, just comes into my head and I have to write immediately, because otherwise, add all in my head and never come back.
I think the worst time that I can have inspiration is at bedtime. I lie in bed and I'm almost asleep, when suddenly something comes into my head that forces me to write badly. This happens a lot. It's annoying sometimes because I'm tired and have to get up again. It is in these times when I see that my day is not over and I realize that there is still something for him to be terminated.
It is clear that most of the things I write and never see anybody will see. I like to have a world just for me, which I am the only one who can and can enter. It is my particular universe. As has always been.
I can not explain what happens when I write - it seems that everything around me disappears and leaves just me, pen and paper. Ever since I was seven years old it is. The paper is my secret world. It's the world I wish there was, but can not exist. And since it can not exist, I allow myself to get into it sometimes.
I think I like the idea that I can create on paper what I want to do what you want and be who I want to be with whoever I want. Events are unintentional, but at the same time are decided by me.
Cloudy days for me are the best days. I can not explain why, but these are days that come my best texts, poems and songs. I guess because I like black and white. The way one color stands out in the other, without a call more attention than the other, it makes me relax. And I think for a moment, that somehow there is a perfect combination. Well, at least with the colors.
Anyway, sunny days do not, because on sunny days I often feel like going out and not thinking of standing still. In this case, the inspiration comes only after I get the street. Even so, sometimes not even arise, because I'm tired of the bustle and just fall into bed.
Well, I do not know how these things happen, just know it happens and I write. And here are my writings. Hidden or visible.
I think the worst time that I can have inspiration is at bedtime. I lie in bed and I'm almost asleep, when suddenly something comes into my head that forces me to write badly. This happens a lot. It's annoying sometimes because I'm tired and have to get up again. It is in these times when I see that my day is not over and I realize that there is still something for him to be terminated.
It is clear that most of the things I write and never see anybody will see. I like to have a world just for me, which I am the only one who can and can enter. It is my particular universe. As has always been.
I can not explain what happens when I write - it seems that everything around me disappears and leaves just me, pen and paper. Ever since I was seven years old it is. The paper is my secret world. It's the world I wish there was, but can not exist. And since it can not exist, I allow myself to get into it sometimes.
I think I like the idea that I can create on paper what I want to do what you want and be who I want to be with whoever I want. Events are unintentional, but at the same time are decided by me.
Cloudy days for me are the best days. I can not explain why, but these are days that come my best texts, poems and songs. I guess because I like black and white. The way one color stands out in the other, without a call more attention than the other, it makes me relax. And I think for a moment, that somehow there is a perfect combination. Well, at least with the colors.
Anyway, sunny days do not, because on sunny days I often feel like going out and not thinking of standing still. In this case, the inspiration comes only after I get the street. Even so, sometimes not even arise, because I'm tired of the bustle and just fall into bed.
Well, I do not know how these things happen, just know it happens and I write. And here are my writings. Hidden or visible.
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