Prose

I want to write

written by: Sweet Insanity

"One good punch, that's all I need!" Lana muttered as she entered her disastrous room. She yanked her hair into a ponytail and started cleaning with a vengeance, throwing random papers into the garbage and violently pushing clothes into the closet. The room was clean much too quickly and Lana huffed out her disappointment as she collapsed onto the bed pulling her laptop over. After a minute of attempting to collect her thoughts and cool her temper Lana gave up and decided to make use of her foul mood. After about 10 failed attempts at releasing her emotions Lana wrote this:

I have such heat, passion, ANGER brewing and bubbling just under the surface and if I don't write this frustration away I'm going to hurt someone, anyone, anything. I need the orgasmic release of writing something I know is good, really good. I crave the warm comfort of slowly, turning my inner release valve and letting my emotions dissolve into something productive, as opposed to destructive. I wouldn't mind that exhilarating heart pounding excitement of knowing that my words have reached and impressed another. That someone else's soul and mine are connected in some meaningful way, causing them to think, "why didn't I write that?" or "that's exactly how I feel!" Unfortunately my mind is now blank. I'm a deflated balloon no longer ready to burst. This insignificant blurb may not be all inspiring or have an impact on anyone's life other than my own, but it did it's job for now.

Lana closed her laptop and took a slow cleansing breath. She calmly crawled out of her bed and with a fresh mind was ready to face the rest of her day.