the infamous word

There's always that piece of writing where you pour your heart out on paper and it seems as if every word needs to make sense. You read it, gasp, a slight sigh, then you read it over and over again, hoping the words feel right and actually MAKE SENSE! hahaha.. i've been such a critic of my writings that it became a reflex. But this constrained my writing space, locked my words and moulded them to structured and fixed words, without a touch of emotion. It blocked all other 'non-sensible' words which would've made the paper smile a bit, without it being just a paper with words that had no freedom within them. Thats when it just clicked, "nothing has to make sense". Its all but a process of using words to paint pictures, or to colour paper and maybe translate emotions closely linked to words. My words grew wings, i nurtured those little fragile, insecure wings with liberated words, writing every word without its structure that i thought it should have. A beautiful beginning of what now i hold dear to my heart. I freed my words and in the process myself. The cage broke. Now it is just them and the air without direction. They shall lead themselves into marvelous writings, poems, songs, whispers.... everything :)