Breaking the ICE...

Every now and again, I get this sudden urge to write something. The urge is usually overbearing, there is always a central point. Last night, while listening to a bit of George Winston's beautiful piano, I had an urge to write. My mind somehow focused on a single idea, ICE. I don't know how, or why, but I had to sit down and write about this subject, and I did. With this in mind, it lead me to a thought.

There are so many words to be spoken, to be written that rarely ever get thought of. How many times do we actually sit and think about things that aren't really needed, or certain. If we just started to pick words out of the air, and arrange them into forms; imagine the masterpieces that could be created. Poetry for instance, is it really a talent, or do people fail to open their minds enough to create it? With simple words, a mind can be changed completely.

There are no wrongs to be written with words, as long as we choose them wisely of course. There are a thousand stories lying behind their doors, should we dare to open them.

I really hope this made any bit of sense. Sometimes I just get these ideas, and they seem so interesting I can't help but write about them.

<3 Kayleigh