Will it ever be
as I want it to be?
Each word shitter
than the last
and I’m stuck
new ideas
never finished
left partially executed
slipping out of the brain
the pages not empty
although the words
re-read come out pointless
new is a longing
in which keeps me deleting
switching because
different is a difficulty
in which I’m trying
and I’m feeling is impossible
and I can’t settle for the same
only twisted bits
I’m looking
for entirely new
and I’m not sure
if I can.
I’ve been trying to work on a story recently in which I’ve changed the main characters many times and switched concepts entirely many times as well. I have this need to make something new, something that hasn’t been done. I just feel like that’s the only accomplishment I’m looking for at this point. As far as writing goes. Being an accomplished successful writer in which my words reach vase audiences would be great although at this point it’s not what would make me feel complete. It’s a struggle I have in which I’m tired of reading the same words in books, and watching them play out as movies. I want a new thought to read and take in and give out. I wonder if anyone else feels that way as a writer? Or just an avid reader, in which they’re just looking for something new that feels impossible in this age of technology? In this world of many movies and many books. Its a struggle to find a new thought and it stops me from completing anything. Thanks for reading my rambles.
-Temperamentally Tina
Temperamentally Tina 