Notes of Blue and Black

This is an exercise that I do whenever I can’t really think of anything to write. It’s really a free-writing mode when I just release and submit myself to the mercy of my hands and my heart to what it wants to say out loud. I just think that sometimes the heart needs the mind to process the things what it wants to say; but sometimes I feel like I don’t want the filter. I just want it raw, fast and as real as possible. I won’t ever reread it, well, at least not tonight. So here it is: the Free-Verses at 12:33AM: To tell you the truth, I do not really know what to write about. But there is a nice little ring to mystery that always leaves me in a state of awe at what spontaneity can create. It is always something to behold when we find ourselves in the mix of our own confusion; not knowing where else to go or not having the right direction. It must seem as if I were lost in some strange forest without the desire of ever getting out; maybe because I kind of like ...