What's Not Said

This is the theme for a magazine that i'm submitting to in the coming weeks. What a great theme. I reckon everyone has something to say about what they didn't say. What they wished that they said. L'esprit de l'escalier. That's what the French call it. I'm thinking about what i can write about this. I feel like i want to write something specific as opposed to writing something in a general vein like how i always do. That feeling when you leave a situation with all those feelings, emotions and things you just wish you had the balls to say. That feeling, i can't even describe it it's monumental or something. It's like a ton of bricks being dropped at the same time on your head. You feel fucking heavy and weak from the heaviness. All of these emotions just envelop you and i have been on train rides which go for an hour that have felt like 20 minutes because of these experiences.

YES!!!

 I think i'm going to have a rummage through my old diaries for some inspiration. I am an avid collector of journals. Been writing in them since i was literally in grade 6. A quarter of my third bookshelf space is dedicated to my journals. It's sort of funny and sensical to see them change from these $2 notebooks with magazine clippings on them to proper, grown up leather bound journals. The problems and musings get more grown up too, naturally. I got my first letter from my pen pal today! It was the best feeling because on top of that my bond finally came from my old apartment. I feel weird because i know a portion of it is going to be spent on something but i know that i really can't spend anymore than a bit of this because i need to save and i keep trying and failing miserably because i just love to shop.

PS:
Read about what i have to say on Persistence and being a writer here at Ricochet's Blog
PPS : And my life manifesto here on Crisp Magazine