Post Secret Response

I began thinking deeply bout how powerful a site like post secret could be. Really it is the best priest to confess your sins to. Hang out all your dirty lundry for the world to see, and not have a nametag. It is a way for you to tell everyone what you can tell no one, a way to release what cannot be released. Kudos to the creator. I hope everyone found the website at least half as enjoyable as I did.

This week was too relaxed. I find myself feeling trapped by daytime. The nights call out to me for a little satisfaction, and it is oh so hard to quell their screams. The shadows beckon from every corner and every nook imaginable, whilst the voice of reason, silent. That is the voice you must seek in a world full of darkness. That is the voice you must seek in a world full of shame.
I love to write but find myself faltered, I cannot find the words, invisible to the eyes of a procrastinator. I have so many assignments this week it feels like a spinning cyclone of stress and only I know how to stop it. I have to buckle down and do whats right. It is not complicated. The constant struggle to "not fall behind" has put me in a trance on "not moving forward" and I feel as though I am at a stop sign on an empty street. I dont know how this class is going to respond to my blog. I am not going to do the same type of blog as everyone else. Not saying all your blogs are the same, but I hope to truly individualize my writing here. I hope to find my voice. It has been carried in the wind through so many ears, it has become awash with my shortcomings. I hope to truly find out in this class what it means to write and I hope you all will enjoy my journey.