Stream of
consciousness.
Starting
mid thought.
Mid sentence, confusing myself and others.
I find my thoughts hard to explain, easier
felt.
I struggle, everyone does with letting their
true thoughts and feelings out of their head, whether it’s on paper or
verbally.
I like
writing.
I hate
writing.
Its the
most satisfying and frustrating thing I do.
Try to
do.
I have a
million half started stories that have died before they grew in to what I dreamed.
I’ve given
up and started again
And started
again
And started
again.
So many
times I don’t know if I’ll ever finish.
The end.
