I need to be indefinitely indifferent or perpetually purposeful
I need to fill my mind with what I want to become
I want to read some Reader’s Digest and be as candid as I could
because as it turns out, I am a better creator when I am free
Another easy thing to do is to reminisce because we no longer remember the things of the past for what they actually were but rather what we would like them to be. This is why a friend or a significant other of the past is easy to reminisce about—because you would think of all the wonderful things between you and that person while leaving all the reasons why he/she is now apart from you under the surface. Why do we do these things?
Because we like reverie. And we like making pretty pictures in our heads. Desire and comfort and belief distorts the actual fact.
The past is not that pretty.
Señora Richardson: ¿Krisha?
Boy who sits in the back: No está.
I no longer say I don’t understand why I cannot write anymore. Nowadays, I would say it’s my fault, there is no mood for writing, I must force myself now or try to convince myself that once I forget about this moment (the setting I was situated in and its noisy events), I will never be able to have a hold of it as vividly and as sharply as I do now—I will never be able to passionately write a story for the world to read later if I do not develop the knack to write about it now. There had been many moments yesterday and the day before yesterday wherein I saw mundane things of the world, of the streets, of my bedroom and saw how much prettier and less mundane they looked when painted in words. And then I recall that I wrote for that very reason. And then I recall that I owe this world a whole lot of writing. I owe myself a lot of reading so that when I write again, I do not feel like I’m unpolished, a raw, a horrible dancer, a painter that has faulty ways with his brush. I forget, sometimes, in fact most of the time and the entirety of the last few months and the last year, that I can produce wonderful things. Talent and potential would plough the residue of the storms in January without my help if they had their own hands and feet.
But I have the hands and feet.
Accepting laziness as a part of my character is a great mistake.
How did you come up with the name ellereza?
There’s no particular meaning to it.
I was simply fond of the name “elle” and wanted a “z” in my name. After a little bit of messing around, I liked how “ellereza” sounded. How shallow, you must be thinking…
The anons in my inbox make me sad…
I frequently forget what I learn about this life because of an interference that causes emotional catastrophe and I am frequently trying not to keep doing that.
Knowing all of the faults, and all of the holes, and all of the omissions, you believe in something because believing in nothing will deem you detached from this world.
No one wants to be lost.
Where is there more fault? In knowing the truth or in believing in something solely because of the fear of ignorance?
If it isn’t oxymoronic enough, ignorance causes fear.
No one gives what he does not have.
It is no longer generous to attempt to give what you truly do not have. Helping others is noble but helping others in areas where you fail is idiotic.
I am not characterized by overbearing pride. Never ever.