I hate white papers, i hate when i have nothing interesting to write, or when my head is full of thoughts, but my brain doesn’t know how to put all the stuff together to make it something worth reading.
Writing to me is getting rid of disturbing thoughts in an organized way, writing is active thinking, all people can hav kinds of crazy thoughts playing in their heads, but catching n putting them down on a paper , needs the patience to make sense out of all the mess, which is not evident… I hate when the mess becomes too annoying, I hate it too much when I’m enable to control the mess ….
Help I wanna write…
I love it, jus love it, when the paper is no more white, when my hands write unconsciously, and follow the endless flow of thoughts, when time comes, and all thoughts r obedient, it is all on the paper now…the mess has disappeared …ouufff!!
I can’t stand it, really can’t stand it when nothing seems worth, when thoughts look too crazy to be taken seriously, when desperately looking for inspiration all seem worthless, when thoughts r shouting out loudly “hey miss, what’s up, get us out of here”…
Dear thoughts!
I wish I could catch u, shut u up, n stop ur noise, but lucky u, u can enjoy ur mess as long as u can, sometimes, I’m helpless, jus can’t put u down on that damn paper, sometimes really neither time nor energy r left to get u organized, so plz do understand .
I must confess that u my dear crazy thoughts r what makes this dull existence a little spicy, even though ur disturbance is unbearable sometimes..
But as usual, ur chaos won’t last forever, will soon get myself together, bring some order, organize u n put u again on the paper, till then enjoy!
Sincerely
Writing to me is getting rid of disturbing thoughts in an organized way, writing is active thinking, all people can hav kinds of crazy thoughts playing in their heads, but catching n putting them down on a paper , needs the patience to make sense out of all the mess, which is not evident… I hate when the mess becomes too annoying, I hate it too much when I’m enable to control the mess ….
Help I wanna write…
I love it, jus love it, when the paper is no more white, when my hands write unconsciously, and follow the endless flow of thoughts, when time comes, and all thoughts r obedient, it is all on the paper now…the mess has disappeared …ouufff!!
I can’t stand it, really can’t stand it when nothing seems worth, when thoughts look too crazy to be taken seriously, when desperately looking for inspiration all seem worthless, when thoughts r shouting out loudly “hey miss, what’s up, get us out of here”…
Dear thoughts!
I wish I could catch u, shut u up, n stop ur noise, but lucky u, u can enjoy ur mess as long as u can, sometimes, I’m helpless, jus can’t put u down on that damn paper, sometimes really neither time nor energy r left to get u organized, so plz do understand .
I must confess that u my dear crazy thoughts r what makes this dull existence a little spicy, even though ur disturbance is unbearable sometimes..
But as usual, ur chaos won’t last forever, will soon get myself together, bring some order, organize u n put u again on the paper, till then enjoy!
Sincerely
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