The River Of My Thought Is Overflowing

I missed the moment of life where I rested close to the river, the night of silence just the insect bugging the grass, the fresh air that made the leaves sway its leaves, and the river. The stillness made the river more alive it's like life was within him after the doom of darkness and massive lights from the stars and above. The flowing river and the relaxation. Then comes the rain after the massive thunder that gives light to the corner side. The river is more aggressive; the sound of the dropping rain is clapping with the body of whole water. A very fresh and fragile sensation. The moment where the body feels the emotion and the thought. The idea, and the words, create a sentiment within the life of the mind. The view is overflowing.

I had this question before and wanted to ask every one of us, what was the consistency of the writer? Does it look like we must write every day? Writing and dwelling daily basis is the only labeled as consistent we are? I think it's not; even a writer who wrote once a week nor a month could also be considered constant. Sometimes we become not active, and our minds freeze, yet that does not indicate we are not functional.

The thing that made us survive here is thoughts, ideas, and thinking of everything, the observation of other people, places, and the events that are just about to come and near to end. We loved to write them down, spare the time, and just consider it shall be on the ground of breaking. But sometimes, thoughts are so rude, invisible, and stubborn. They come abruptly, yet they could just be gone quick. The ending is left alone with unanswered and half-finished. The river of thoughts is sometimes stagnant as it was, might some strange particle as a barrier to flow.

THE RIVER OF MY THOUGHT.

Where did my thought come from? It's actually from the streams inside of mine; it's a closed venture of my nature and existence. The river provides the atmosphere and the humidity of my mind. Human is close to the heart; they said that water is blood, imagine a soil with no water? The land will be dead and barren. Imagine life without a river inside? Thirsty and longing even just underflows.

Thought and emotions.

Emotions control everything. It's not easy to write a happy topic when you are sad. It's not easy to contrast a word when you are tired. It feels like everything becomes a sudden piece of unknown. I loved how the emoji was created and randomly became a trend. Where you could find the emotion, you want to show to them. But that made the real emotion fake. A sad one could just comment with a happy one and laughing emoji, surprised even you already knew it.

But in thought, you can not cheat the emotions that easily. Takes a deep second to reconcile all the things.

When I am consumed with so much black and muddy colored water in my head river it, it's hard to fake my thought and write. So I was just absent and chose not to. Pretending myself in writing is not that easy; it takes courage. Sometimes, I decide to bank thought in and save it for later.

Thought and the factors.

There are a lot of factors I considered in extracting my thought. TIME is one of them; I always look at the timings; who didn't?. I looked at when I started, and if half of the hours had already and my thought still undecided, I wouldn't continue, leave it for later. ENVIRONMENT is also a significant factor in opening up the gate of my overflowing rivers of thoughts; I had this spot where I always sit, and on the table sometimes in lop is the laptop. And also, PEOPLE, I am not that easy to be distracted, but I want to be away from people.

The idea where the thought is like a river is one I adored much; it feels like nature really gives me the presence I need to write. Why it is better to have endless thoughts rather than a topic?. Honestly, all my writing is a sudden emigration of ideas that leads to the case. Creating a topic is easy, but when your thoughts and feelings aren't aligned, it results in a dull and stagnant momentum.

If you want to overflow the thought inside. I suggest you should feel that you were in the river. As my introduction, I honestly missed that moment in my life. Stay and rest beside the river in the middle of the night, with nothing but rest assured. I was still young, yet I wished to come again.

Water is overflowing, thoughts are committed, and time to write.

Thanks for reading…