Saturday, 15 November 2014
It's All Real
It will sound completely bonkers to say this, but have you ever come to a full realization to the realness of something when you say it out loud? Not as if it wasn't real before, but something about the verbatim have made it exist in a new form it didn't before, thus births a new meaning. When a thought becomes a sound it's put out into the world to exist forever. It will never unexist, it becomes a wave of energy that will never be destroyed, nor recreated but simply transformed from one form to another.
My story and feelings are as real as yours, and recently I've fallen out of love with mine. I spend a lot of time scouring the internet for stories of all kind and I enjoy them. I enjoy listening and feeling the things that were once only electric sparks in their mind, but became words on a paper, or letters on a blogpost and thus a movement in my life. I want to write things, and share things to become a form of energy to move you. I've run dry of my own stories. I'm eighteen years old, and have barely experienced anything worth trying to educate you about. But there are a million and one other people with other experiences that I'd like to share, and write. Take pictures and capture moments to create an energy. A forum.
It's all real. Your story is as real as mine, is as real as anyone else's. Anyone else's thoughts, feelings and experiences are as much tangible when written as anyone's is and I want to collect them. I want to collect them all and share them with you. I don't know how, when, where, or why. But I know it's something I want.
Phase one complete? Phase one complete.