forgotten words

by ana laura sarmiento

“this is a short essay i wrote in a time when i couldn’t find myself, it’s about the feeling of wanting to create art but not finding a way to express your thoughts and feelings.”

I always wanted to be one of those people who could turn every little thing they touched into their own beautiful art. But as the days lengthened and the dreams became rougher and slower. I began to feel like an intruder, an intruder within myself. I felt like I was on the outside watching everything from afar. My thoughts were there, present, but my feelings however felt as if they were from another soul who lacked of life. And as much as I tried, I couldn’t find myself on my writings. From beautiful and sentimental they became simple forgotten words printed on a paper. Broken, ugly, damaged and now with no sense at all. All my feelings were locked inside my heart. Whereas in my thoughts there was nothing more than the memories of that colorless summer. The summer I became nothing but an existing body. And my poems stopped being art to become what they truly are; lamenting whispers on a dark night.