People keep telling me to write, as if it's just that easy. And my uncle tells me to be brave as if it's a thing you can just be. I know that I want to be a writer, but I find it so hard to just put pen to paper... or I guess finger tips … Continue reading A Writer With No Writing
Why aren’t I blind yet? The whiteness staring back at me surely should have seared my irises by now. Maybe I’m dead. They do say that you see a bright white light at the end. That would explain the complete absence of thought that I have been nursing for the past hour. I should try … Continue reading Writer’s Block
I haven’t written in months I don’t think my dreams have changed I think my motivation has altered The grind of retail is wearing I’m tired each day They suck my faith my strength my pain Nothing is felt when exhaustion sets in What I put down feels less than creative I believe that quitting … Continue reading Haven’t Written
I’m lonely when there’s people around me I’m in trouble and no one will help me Haven’t told but I live in this memory I shower away the overloaded sensory It’s my life to live without a plan for it I pray to believe in nothing but god answers I bury my dreams in a … Continue reading My Life
I don't always feel like writing. That makes me feel guilty. I can't tell if it's legitimate exhaustion or man-made. I pray that God returns my motivation. I think of returning to therapy. I wonder if I should call my uncle. Is this stream of conscious shit interesting to anyone?
A little musing on some weekend choices.