Dissociation of a Writer 2

I can’t experience life. My grandma passed away

a year ago and although I cried, in the back of my

head I couldn’t stop thinking about how these

emotions I was experiencing would make a good

poem one day. My boyfriend was having a very

serious conversation and I wasn’t paying attention

because I liked him, but rather because I wanted

to remember as much as possible for later when

I put it down on paper. My mom yelled at me for

not doing what she never told me she wanted me

to do and I tracked her phrasing for a mini essay.

It was raining one day so I went outside and stood

under the clouds. I love the rain and I smiled but

all I was thinking was about how beautiful my

feelings would be in a well thought out verse.

I don’t know why I do this. I can’t stop it. I always

find myself looking for the stories so much in my

life that I can hardly experience it myself.

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Years ago, Camden Rose brought her typewriter across the country to Seattle after completing degrees in marketing and creative writing at Elon University. She fell in love with the city and hasn't left since. She can often be found at the ocean's edge taking notes on the local mermaid population. She loves exploring nature and seeking out the magic hidden beneath the everyday world. Currently, she is working on various short stories, novels, and a master’s in education. You can find her on Twitter @CamdensCorner.

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