|Lament yet Life
||[May. 7th, 2005|02:09 am]
I am saddened by the fact that I do not write as I used to. I was reading over my olde livejournal entries from a year or so ago and they are so beautiful! Pure Poetry! heh, now I am just being a wee, little, bit silly.
I don't know what is different. Maybe I have changed and am in less of a dream world and therefore have written very straightforward posts? Well, in relatively plain terms rather than the prose I used to submit.
I know that I have grown up a hell of a lot in the last year and have come to terms with that. I know that doesn't mean I have to sell out and stop being myself as I had feared for so long.
The early days of a new romance could have afflicted my writing style, I would say that I feel the same now as I did then but I would be lying. I do feel differently, I feel so incredibly much more for him. Perhaps because I know him so completely in what he will share with me, I do not possess the hypothesising and dreamy wonder in my mind of when we were less well acquainted.
Regardless of all this, I am going to regain my beautiful style, my lust for words and longing for vocabulary.
In so many ways my boyfriend has been and is my inspiration. He makes my mind tick in various ways, new and challenging, complex and creative.
Sometimes, I want to be a writer.
Academia could allow this, facilitate various foot-in-the-door scenarios.
I am thinking about doing Honours next year. I was going to do a Graduate Diploma, however, I am probably just delaying the inevitable by doing so. I can pick up fascinating History Books of my own volition.