I get pings of inspiration, but i never know what to do with it. I see things in my head that i want to create, but i never can. I see art in the sky, and everything in the world. I hear songs that I wish i could paint a picture to describe them as. Some songs describe exactly how i feel. Poems always come into my head....(the one i have on here....) When it comes to it. When the peice of paper is right in front of me, my mind goes blank.(some very short posts..) I could write down one line, and never get back to it. I used to write so freely, until some people ruined it. By reading it all and rubbing it into my face.
I hated that. ("I've had enough, this is my prayer.") They said that wasnt really how i felt. They said if i really felt like that then i should tell them. When i did i was called a liar. ("I just wanna be myself and I want you to love me for who I am") It was used against me.
I cant even express myself right. I worry about how it might be used against me.
I see people do the things that I want to do, perfectly, without even trying, and they take it all for granted.
Sometimes i guess i just get angry with myself, over things that will never matter...
I just realized, i titled this Inspiration.
None of this is inspiring.
2 comments:
I always want you to speak freely to me. You know I won't use it against you, and that I'll believe you one hundred percent. I do my best to speak freely around you, so you don't have to worry about that either :)
I love you =]
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