Compulsion
com·pul·sion
1. the act of compelling; constraint; coercion.
2. the state or condition of being compelled.
3. Psychology. a strong, usually irresistible impulse to perform an act, esp. one that is irrational or contrary to one's will.
The Return to Writing has never been so alluring, so captivating as a forceful force propels me forward to type word for word. I'm back. Writing again. Something I should've continued years before but was afraid to. For many reasons unspeakable. Renew, Refresh, Reconsidered.
Four Years On. 21. As I meticulously generate literature from my mould-infested brain, a tiny irrational voice screeched "start NOW! Or forever be ridiculed by your loved ones as a bumbling fool irrational and incoherent, spurting sense only when challenged."
It is such a wonder how my blank blog still survives to this day. To this uneventful and insignificant day, where I pick up the remains, fashion it and continue propping it up like a glass display. Aged, yet still cold.
As I continued pondering on my next word, the floodgates holding my thoughts seemed to slack. yes yes relack one corner. I have this urge to spill everything, on past events, on whoever and whatever I could muster. But no, that would be all too easy. Maturity is Key.
After all, im 21. "The change will do me good, And it will." This was echoed elsewhere, elsewhen.
I'll Try.
1. the act of compelling; constraint; coercion.
2. the state or condition of being compelled.
3. Psychology. a strong, usually irresistible impulse to perform an act, esp. one that is irrational or contrary to one's will.
The Return to Writing has never been so alluring, so captivating as a forceful force propels me forward to type word for word. I'm back. Writing again. Something I should've continued years before but was afraid to. For many reasons unspeakable. Renew, Refresh, Reconsidered.
Four Years On. 21. As I meticulously generate literature from my mould-infested brain, a tiny irrational voice screeched "start NOW! Or forever be ridiculed by your loved ones as a bumbling fool irrational and incoherent, spurting sense only when challenged."
It is such a wonder how my blank blog still survives to this day. To this uneventful and insignificant day, where I pick up the remains, fashion it and continue propping it up like a glass display. Aged, yet still cold.
As I continued pondering on my next word, the floodgates holding my thoughts seemed to slack. yes yes relack one corner. I have this urge to spill everything, on past events, on whoever and whatever I could muster. But no, that would be all too easy. Maturity is Key.
After all, im 21. "The change will do me good, And it will." This was echoed elsewhere, elsewhen.
I'll Try.
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