My writing seems to go in cycles; I´m writing prose for a couple of days, then I´m into diaries and reflection for some time. It feels as if my prose takes me out at deep water, it makes me tired – almost excused – and now I finally reached an island. It´s time to rest and reflect.
My writing is a reflection of me, it changes when I change. Is it then possible to write something that isn´t me with the purpose to change myself? My writing is mostly deep and dark, just as I am as a person. It shows who and how I am for that particular moment. So any time I need to get in touch with myself the only thing I need to do is to write. Then I will see what´s inside of me; pain, darkness, confusion or scariness. But what if I really worked on lovely poems about love, pink colors and softness? Would that change me, would that make me a smiling autumn-loving girl who just loves early mornings and to hug every poor suffering person who lets their aggression oppress me? I´m interested in trying that, but I´m not sure my writing would be that good if I did. I´ll see what I´ll do.