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Y'know, I really hope I can pull off the cool mysterious deep writer persona. That'd be sick.

Message to Readers

Longtime no see

Writers Block

October 28, 2019


Disillusionment and a fiery passion for expanding your vocabulary. 
My fingers wont click the right keys. 

I want to feel my feeling but think they're sleeping. 
Maybe I'm being given a break.
Do I deserve one? 

Lost in my persons and tenses. 
I can't do what I love. 
I'm the empty cookie jar that sits on the counter watching over the kitchen as everyone rushes past, caught up.
Up, up, and away... 
Past the ceiling, beyond the clouds, over the moon.
Gone, beyond my sight. 

I wonder where they are, now that they've left me. 

So I play my songs louder than I can think, to stop myself from doing just that. 
Pretending my thoughts and sentences are poetic, just to get this one out. 

What even is poetic?

I don't think I contain any of those qualities. 

My mind is a scribble with number and colors and words I like stringed along, sometimes falling off lost. 

I do not believe I will ever be a poet


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