Writing is rather influenced by the season.
Naturally, writing while battling hay fever is somewhat different from writing while looking at cherry blossoms in the garden in the warm, warm weather.
The very words that come from within are different.
In addition, when I am not feeling well, I am sometimes surprised at the words I come up with when I try to write something.
Sometimes words like “hate,” “resent,” and “die” come out one after another. In such cases, I am usually in a bad state of mind, and the words are usually the result of stress.
No matter how many such words I write down under a cold cloudy sky, my mind will only become even rougher.
At such times, I interview the words that come out of my mind in a daze before putting them out in the open.
Where in the world did you come from? And then they would insist desperately, “Where the hell did you come from?
Then they desperately insist, “This is this, this is that.
And then they plead with us to somehow bring them out into the open.
However, the expressive person must not easily put such words out there. That may be the difference in attitude between an expressive person and a mere complainer.
The moment any words are uttered, they take over the person who uttered them. If you say “morbid,” you become morbid, and if you say “death,” you become a spirit of speech, and one day you become death itself.
On the other hand, if we continue to interview every word and dismiss it if we don’t like it, we will be avenged by those unspoken words.
Words that come from the bottom of the heart do not disappear, but rot little by little, emitting a putrid smell and undermining oneself without being noticed. Like a cancer in the heart.
I think that people will break down if they do not say the right words when the right words should be said.
Especially those who feel various things on a daily basis, who have to deal with an overflowing stream of words that come from the bottom of their hearts one after another, who are constantly interviewed for words, and who become exhausted and exhausted.
I think you have to say something before you break down.
Help me. No matter how much hate, ugliness, and anti-morality is behind it, or how spoiled it is.
I am sure that someone somewhere is listening to those cries. And there is someone who understands and accepts the meaning of those words. I want to believe that.
And if there is only one such person in this world, he or she may be saved.
Social networking sites are often said to have many merits and demerits, such as being a place for abusive language and bad words, but I think they are a very good tool for those who shut their mouths, and for those who dare to be silent, to help themselves, which can break them.
Even if you don’t connect with more people, even if you don’t get any response from readers, even if you don’t get read, even if it’s just an empty “shout,” even if it’s a poorly written “poem,” just say something to someone.
In a world where compliance is becoming increasingly strict, I feel that the words that we dare to seal up individually should be freed and liberated more and more.
Freedom can only be achieved through words.
“Spring has sprung, and the choice of words is a sign of spring.”
