sometimes i feel there is something i need to write
- to get out into the world -
but it just won't make itself known.
sometimes all i can do is sit back & wait
for the inspiration to strike.
sometimes i feel that i will never be able
to write anything i like, ever again.
sometimes my words feel
contrived - trite - fake - useless - worthless.
and all that keeps me coming back... all that offers up a kind of tiny, quiet motivation - is the knowledge that one day, it will come back. it will make itself known. it will manifest itself through the keys i click on the keyboard, through the swish of my pen & the ink that is bent into meaning. one day. someday.