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A PAGE IN THE WIND
The wind knew where it was going.
I envied it most of the time.
It carried with it a story left untold,
Circling no one, and clandestine.
The pages scattered in the air,
No one knew who wrote on them.
One piece gets lost somewhere.
I knew who was the author then.
In the story she conveyed,
From twice than half a year ago,
How she looked at the mirror sometime after,
And saw the darkness in her soul.
“I left the door open,
but that was the past, you see.
Now I left the door closed, no locks.
I only waited for a visitor to open it for me.
I built a bridge that extended
Far beyond the diameter of this Earth.
It broke so I built one again;
I never finished its rebirth.
I had a window readily made,
On a special place on my walls.
Surely I’ll welcome who’s sincere to climb in,
The biggest celebration for the caring soul.
But the height was higher than forever,
And the curtains were tightly drawn.
I’ll push you out time and time again,
But see after the blossoms of the seed you’ve sown.”
Want to write.
Trying to write.
Words are not magicking out of my fingers.
This is a massive problem.
I set myself a goal. I want to meet it. I must meet it.
I have immersed myself in a stew of delicious words and music and art for days. Why is the magic not happening. I need to write. I must write. I have to write.
Why do all the words look terrible? Why is this like trying to etch sentences into brick walls with bleeding stumps for fingers?
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, BRAIN?
WHAT IS IT YOU NEED BEFORE YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO DO THIS THING.
L:KDJFSSJFSDKF’jsldf”JLSD’sjaoFLKJL;KADFJKL;K;KLDSFJ;AL;KSDFG THIS IS FRUSTRATING.
I can’t pick my favourite
these are things i would write
Number #5 killed me
These sound like things I would write. I love books with quirky first-person narration.
I can’t decide which one’s my favorite omfg
Take comfort in the fact that, as well as there’s always someone better than you, there’ll be someone worse than you…
Wislawa Szymborska, “The Three Oddest Words”
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
You have no paperwork?
Overtime for you!
In summer, I want autumn rain and a snowy day.
In winter, I want ice cream, beaches and warm summer showers.
In the day I want sleep, at night I want to play;
In November, I simply want flowers.
