Out Through The Curtain

I have liked 993 (as of the time this is being written) posts on the is thing called tumblr. All from friends that I follow/personally know. One of my favorite things to do is to click the little button that takes me to these liked posts and just look through some of them. They bring me joy, hence why I liked them in the first place. Yet I have put up only 39 posts, this being the 39th. That is a bit uneven. When I look back at my post I am sometimes surprised by the things that I have written. The way I phrase some things at certain times are just so different then how I would articulate my thoughts at any other moment. I like that feeling. But I still hesitate to write more on here. Sometimes it is laziness, sometimes there are just too many thoughts in my head and I don’t know how to organize them, and sometimes I just don’t think what I want to write is really that important. Every time I make the decision to not write my thoughts down on here for whatever reason though, they always continue to eat away at me. Filling my head, moving around, trying to get out. For some reason I actually chose that over releasing them most of the time. It only gets harder once that happens. The initial urge to write all of these thoughts down only decreases but the importance of the thoughts only grows. I have so much built up at this point that once I let a little bit out, all the rest will follow. And I know it. This only makes it harder to start writing about them. Which is why nothing has been written on here for so long. So for now I am just waiting for that right time, that right mood, that right motivation to get them all out. Until that time I distract myself with posts like these.