My pen is in a direct connection to my heart Though my mind and body feel helpless, feelings pour onto the paper as scribbles No rhyme or reason, no purpose for marketability, just raw emotion. Words are my outlet. My only way of expression Sometimes I feel certain feelings that cannot be described through simple adjectives; leaving me stranded..Am I limited only by my vocabulary, or is there a more reasonable way out of this feeling of emptiness and loneliness. I have no idea how to even begin describing how I feel about the current situation; I love my career, I love music, I love my family, I love my friends, but there are certain moments where I tend to question my priorities. What is important to me? Why am I doing what I’m doing? Is it the fact that I want my voice to be heard? Is it because I want to show the world the talents God has blessed me with? Or is it a more darker reason..is it lust?..is it fame?..am I following the right path? I don’t know why I’m writing but I have so much on my mind it’s killing me inside, I have to let it out. No melody, no rhyme scheme, no purpose.. All I know is that I’m getting to that point in my career and life where I have to make some major decisions. I still question whether some of those decisions I have made were right or wrong, but I can’t look back now. I wish every single emotion that has been running through my mind and heart could just be heard and expressed at will. Where I dont have to sit here and try to make it sound pretty or listener friendly. I wish I could just project my feelings to the sky so that anyone who can relate would comfort me and show me I’m not alone. I wish I could drop my pride and realize that people really are trying to help me, and not everyone is a bad person. There really are people who are looking out for my best interest. My heart just feels so heavy and the only way I can feel better is by letting it out. Is that the purpose of why I write?… 2011 is drawing near, and it’s looking like a big year for me.. I have got to get my mind right.
Rambling