Am I alone in my inability to have a normal conversation with someone? It seems like it's simple for everyone, and it should be! But the prospect of speaking one-on-one with someone is terrifying to me. An impossible task.
I want to give people the change to know me. And I want to know them in return...
But I freeze. I make small-talk instead.
And I'm having trouble pin-pointing exactly what makes conversation so terrible.
I just blank. I approach someone, ready to get into some deep conversation, and suddenly the words just leave. All I can come up with is "How was your day?" "Good"
Then I think "Can't I just do this through e-mail?" And I'm ashamed to think it.
Really? You can't even have a normal conversation?
28 May 2010
08 May 2010
A Song in My Heart
I've begun writing poetry again. But this time, there is a slight difference.
Behind the flow of words and rhymes, there is music. I hear music when I write.
Now if only I could learn to play music...
In my entire life, there has been nothing I've wanted more than to create music. I never cared what instrument it came from. And so I got a guitar. And then a piano... I don't know how to play either of them. Perhaps here I will make a commitment to myself. I. will. learn. an instrument.
Me? Write a song? No...not possible. But...could I? I've never really considered my poetry being put to music. And if there would be music, I never thought I would be the one to WRITE it!
My family is incredibly musically talented. Singers, guitarists, pianists, bassists, drummers...clarinet, flute, trumpet. It was always a joke in the family that my mother and I got none of the family talent. Perhaps I was looking in the wrong places?
Songwriting. I still can't imagine it. And maybe it won't work...but I could try.
I would love to try!
Behind the flow of words and rhymes, there is music. I hear music when I write.
Now if only I could learn to play music...
In my entire life, there has been nothing I've wanted more than to create music. I never cared what instrument it came from. And so I got a guitar. And then a piano... I don't know how to play either of them. Perhaps here I will make a commitment to myself. I. will. learn. an instrument.
Me? Write a song? No...not possible. But...could I? I've never really considered my poetry being put to music. And if there would be music, I never thought I would be the one to WRITE it!
My family is incredibly musically talented. Singers, guitarists, pianists, bassists, drummers...clarinet, flute, trumpet. It was always a joke in the family that my mother and I got none of the family talent. Perhaps I was looking in the wrong places?
Songwriting. I still can't imagine it. And maybe it won't work...but I could try.
I would love to try!
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