Dear Diary... 11th February, 2025 - Freewritehouse
I will carve sentences, be it in stolen breath,
I will write these words, even at the edge of death..
And every stutter, every painful phrase,
They'll hold my voice, and they'll bear my face...
Dear Diary,
Today I am writing for myself, and for the #freewriters community as well. I think they deserve it, for supporting us writers, and for giving us a platform to keep our inks from drying. So, here's to all the #freewriters out there.
More inks to your pens...
On the subject of writing, I seem to have made a habit of missing days of late, thanks to the increased pace of work, alongside other issues that life seems to be throwing my way. But I will continue to try, and try, and keep trying to keep pace with the ceaseless tick of the clock...
Yes I will write in the gaps, there where poetry hides,
I will plant my words, in all the wound-up minds..
The clock won't stop, and neither will this pen,
Oh it will stain the hour, again and again...
...and again...
Now, about my day...
Today Dear Diary, today was a peculiar blend of frustration mixed with small victories. I worked from home, as I do twice weekly, but today the badly desired hum of electricity was conspicuously absent. Power was scarce, and as the day slowly passed, I was left with little choice than to scavenge for alternative sources just to keep the essentials alive - especially those required for work.
It felt much like having a lot to write, but also being conscious of the fact that your pen may run out of ink in a really short while — a struggle to make progress when the medium itself seems somehow reluctant.
At the end of the day, I settled for a friend's apartment. His generator literally saved the day - my day. It made me wonder why I never got one, a generator that is. Not that I will be getting one now, but I just wondered for what its worth, for a bit...
In a world where volts and watts betray,
A friend's energy did save the day..
When circuits failed, and darkness fell,
His was a helping hand that showed the way...
Today I also fixed a small radiator leak in my car. It had long been a silent burden, a persistent drip of worry every time I thought of the cost and hassle it might one day inflict. That day came today, and thankfully I found both the time and funds to fix it, to finally silence the nagging worry and free myself from that lingering inconvenience. It is a relief, small yet significant, to know that I have managed to offload one more weight from my shoulders.
Dear Diary, today was a day of small, personal conquests - fixing what needed mending, reaching out for help when necessary, and doing more in reclaiming a part of myself (writing) that had been quietly eroded by the relentless pace of life.
I still have my worries of course - the ICAN exam I plan to write, a really close friend (not the one mentioned earlier) who our relationship appear a bit frosty, thoughts on what to do for the wife on Valentine, the relentless pace of work, and more and more and more...
But amidst all of these, I still think today was a good day, and for that, I am grateful.
Ambition’s a fever, but regret’s the chill—
A heart split by time, and a voice never still.
We chase the horizon, yet we mourn the shore,
And then we wonder what ghosts we’re running from...
Goodnight Dear Diary...
#SladenSpeaks
#IfWordsWereNudes
11.16
Muy buenas imágenes. Convertir lo cotidiano en arte. Solo un artista de las letras puede dejar en los demás pequeños trozos de melodía. Las letras son el alimento de los intelectuales. Son nuestra mejor obra. El legado de que existimos y dejamos marcas en el corazón de los demás.
A pesar de todo, siempre escribe. La literatura es el medio para ser mejores personas.