From Paper Scraps & Journal Pages to the Public Eye: My Journal Unleashed…. #writingsonthewall
Tierra Shehzel
So, just like any other person in America, I’ve decided to try something different. No, I do not celebrate a New Year… or oblige by a resolution.
My “new year, new me” doesn’t involve gym memberships or resolutions scribbled on a fridge. No, for me, it’s about casting off the confinements of my copious and crumpled notebooks and sticky mantras. I’m tossing aside the confetti of my unorganized thoughts and stepping into the public square, megaphone in hand, ready to unleash the provocative, intense, and yes, often-ly 😏 scattered thoughts that pours on my head like rain with no umbrella.
Instead of hoarding my gifts, my musings like hidden truths & secrets, I’m opening the vault. This website is mostly everything me. It is my rebellion against the tyranny of all private talents, skills, hindrances, or fears. 😉
It’s a declaration of war on the internal stage of my being where there is an unbalanced scale of my ideas, both brilliant and baffling. Both unheard of until I flicked the switch and I felt the flames heating in my veins. No amount of chemical can put me out.
Here, you’ll find the faded clouds of my dreams, that are now colored permanent with reality. The stuttered words I couldn’t form to sentences are a void, they don’t exist. I couldn’t writing if I tried now. It’s something there 😂 No, really 😉. And the bittersweet feeling of knowing the truth and being set free is worth all the money in the world. All Praises Due To Allah.
See this isn’t about crafting perfectly curated narratives or presenting a polished persona. This is about peeling back the layers, exposing the raw nerve endings of my thoughts, and inviting you to peek into the mechanism vortex of my mind. Some entries might be small intellectual meals, others huge emotional breakdowns served on a paper plate. You might find poetry spun from heartbreak, humor from absurdity, and logic twisted into knots of existential dread.
But through it all, I promise one thing: authenticity. This is me, unfiltered, unedited, and unapologetically human. So, Let’s Go, dear reader, for a wild ride through the landscape of my inner world. It might be messy, it might be confusing, but it will never be boring.
Welcome to the cacophony of my mind. Let the unscripted show begin.