I can't write
I'm a writer.
that's what I used to say
I'm a writer.
untill one day I realized
I can't write.
I used let my emotions flow trough my fingers
I felt free to speak the truth
but see the thing is
I can't write.
my sentences are chopy and malformed
I lack vividness and detail
my writting is dull and boring
I feel the story within me, but I'm always gaurded
I can't write.
but....I like it
the same way I like art
the same way i like the rush of terror
I can't write.
but maybe that's okay
okay that I'm not the greatest
okay that I'll never be published
as long as I do what feels best
and isn't that be what writing is all about?
not to be the best
or to gain a great following
just to share bits of yourelf with the world
and hope to be seen buried within your words
and so maybe....just maybe
I'm a writer.
are you?
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