Sunday, July 25
looking for Omar…
I think I may have lost myself. It’s been over a year and I, for the most part of my life here in the Coconut Republic, have been silent. I haven’t written anything in more than six months. For whatever reasons, I haven’t written anything in a very long time. I blame myself. My only passion and I let it go because I needed a “career”. It’s not as if i didn’t try writing. Honest to God I did many times. But I couldn’t seem to “force” it. It’s not as if I ran out of ideas, in fact I had many. I just couldn’t. Like a fish out of water, I was out of my element… I have lost myself. I guess I’m doomed.
I feel as if there is a need for me to regain myself. At least pick up the bits and pieces and try to make myself somewhat of a whole again. I need to write. Anything. Anything worthwhile, stupid or mundane. Anything. I don’t have the liberty to choose now. I must write.
So I have decided that for the next seven days I will write anything that comes out of my skin, my bowels, my loins, my pores. Anything. May the cosmos help this sinner.