I miss writing
almost as much as I miss wanting to be a writer
or grand poetess
of one of those incredible literary types that can quote long and obscure passages from the extended works of this author or that.
I tried that once....to be that type.
I quoted an entire Shakespeare sonnet to a friend at lunch
one of those sonnets written to the dark lady
that at one time when I
a sonnet that proved that I read more than just the "best of" pieces that all the ordinary people read.
I will never forget the look on my lunch companion's face
It made me feel smart
But lets be honest.....even if I could quote all the now obscure philosophers and poets of the world...
is there still an audience?
I talk about this person I want to be
I may own the books that house the thoughts of those obscure intellectuals
But I don't have time to read them
Instead I carry the books around me in the house
finding comfort being surrounded by these stacks of wisdom
This actually makes my bookshelf the cultured, intellectual one
and me something more akin to an illiterate dreamer that lives in a library
In any case,
I miss this self that I wanted to be,
who now spends more time criticizing and editing the grammar mistakes of others on Facebook
then taking up pen to paper and making grammar mistakes of my own.