How Love Becomes Your Inspiration In Writing
Have you ever been in love and heartbreak and found yourself writing about your experiences? Did you ever find writing easier?
Well, these Candy Girls who wrote to us via Candy Feels about writing about the love they had and lost prove that feeling that wonderful (and sometimes heartbreaking) feeling makes one a better writer.
Vic Macam, You're Just Another Sad Story to Write About:
"No matter how hard I tried, I can't unlove you. The love and the pain you left me became scars. I can't unlove you because, after all these years, you already made your permanent mark inside my heart that will forever remind me that once in my life, I loved someone like you.
"So for now, you are just another sad story I tell my friends. You're just another sad story I write about. You're just another sad story that taught me how to love without asking anything in return. For now, you are just another sad story I will forever hold onto."
"Isn't it sad because I can see how happy you are now that you're no longer with me. I can clearly see how much you're lovin' your life right now—like you can finally breathe now that I'm gone, like you can finally experience a whole lot of things since no one's holding you back anymore.
"Yet here I am. I am still writing about you—poems, blog posts, short stories, diary entries. You can name them all, but I always talk about the same thing—you and us. I guess, some things will never change. I have so many words about you and about what we've had."
"I have so many words about you and about what we've had."
"You see, my dear, you're the one who encouraged me to write no matter how terrible my grammar is. You're the one who taught me some unfamiliar words, which you said I could use in writing my essays and stories. You're the reason why I read books so I could be as smart as you when it comes to this language."
King J, I Want to Write About You:
"I want to write about you
Grant the whole world the radiance you always leave me with
Let it drizzle with outpouring love that's in my heart
Call me hopeless but let me start
"To go ahead and write about you
Nothing in the world will make me cease
Even if I ran out of words to rhyme, unknowing of what the future hides
The verses and rhythms will always be about you"
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Outdoors Danielle Flestado @artdkf | May 1, 2020 "I miss the outside world. The last time I went outside of our house was on my birthday. We just bought coffee across our village and went back home immediately. This painting made me feel that I'm in a field, just appreciating the beauty of God's creation. Can you imagine the green grass and pink flowers?"
When everything around you suddenly turns dark, the first thing we'd prolly do, as humans, is to find and grab anything that is closest and nearest to us. We'll hold onto them for as long as we can, trying to collect ourselves and gather courage to adjust our eyesights to the pitch black environment that's consuming us minute by minute. And then you'd hear nothing. Your sense of hearing would somehow go off after not seeing anything for quite awhile. You'll let loose. Cry. Panic. You'll be exhausted for fighting your way out. Then just when you're about to stop and give up, you're no longer afraid. There's only this deafening silence and pithole of darkness that's gonna eat you up alive. And surprisingly, you'll make a home out of it.
You'll make a home out of the darkness that when a ray of light suddenly hits you, you'll try to avoid it. You'll try to cover your eyes. You'll try to cover your ears from the voices trying to help you get out of it. You'll try to hide because your mind and body will go against your will to come out and live. Because the darkness that used to scare you, now comforts you in a way you thought has helped you survived life. And you'll try to live. Day by day. In the darkness. Not knowing where to go. Not knowing where to start. Not knowing who is with you. You will try to live until the darkness that once surrounds you is now within you. And everyday, it's gonna be a cycle of subtle torture. But let me tell you a secret. The darkness won't make you whole.
You'll be broken. And in those hair-like cracks, the light will stubbornly fight its way through until it warms you up. Until you realize to check the switch and turn it on. Until you allow other people to help you find your way back in the light. Until you realize you're ready to live in light again. There's a light at the end of this long and dreading tunnel. The only question that matters: will you let them in?
I always thought of life, like a bead where each piece makes it worth sewing together with other piece of beads to make a stronger bond and to create a beautiful result. Today, how do we bond well with different people especially this difficult time? As this day challenges us to a new normal, may we continue to bead along positively with our life.