You have to pause, first.

You have to pause,

breathe in,

pause again,



Writing the words

is like marking the notes—

all about emotion,


You miss the furious grip of the pen,

the angry pounding of the pedals and the keys,

those moments when writing and music-making

intertwine with hatred and fear and hurt and loneliness.


But there are days when it is delicate,

and the words don’t come rolling like a retching sea

but instead flow softly, quietly,

making you wait.


And there underneath the silence,

between the rests and the pauses,

within the phrases and the clauses,

lies a certain kind of magic.


Breathe in.






The Scribbler


About thefreescribbler

My life is one of words. I am a scribbler, whose thoughts are best expressed through adjectives and phrases and punctuation marks. I would not go so far as to call myself a writer, although many would disagree. I’m characterized more by my unfinished works and half-embodied ideas, scraps of stories and parts of poems. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer, but I’m okay with being a scribbler right now. It fits my personality and style, and best expresses my aims. I’m not trying to create some lofty version of literature. I’m just a kid blogging about life. View all posts by thefreescribbler

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