(A sad but beautiful book. It will make you think. It will affect you.)
Yeah, so those were my thoughts today. I guess I kind of thought about it when I read this young girl's poetry. It's so sad, but it's so beautiful. And everyone admires it and compliments her on it. And I guess it just kinda struck me on how her life might be a mess, and yet all these people are complimenting this beautiful piece. I mean, im not saying its wrong to compliment because it's not. I guess it just reminds me that some of my saddest times I've had, I just write poetry. Because I'm in a sad mood from thinking too much and thinking too much is usually when I have the best poetry/descriptions and analogies. And sometimes I share the poetry and I get complimented on it even though its really those times where I just wish I wasn't sad and wanting to write poetry to feel better. If that makes any sense. Sometimes I just write poetry for fun or because I'm bored. So, i'm not saying its all cut and dry because it isn't. I'm just saying sometimes I think we forget the feelings behind people's writings, art, photography, talents. We forget that the people who wrote them have a life and backstory for each piece of work and sometimes it's not all happy go lucky and sometimes it's better for us to be us than to wish to be them and write like they do or photograph like they do or paint like they do.