Raindrafts28 - Gotta Stop Procrastinating!!!!

“Not everyone is healthy enough to have a front row seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.”

— Unknown

Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

I wonder

I wonder if my parents ever think I'm human too

A human with a mind and not just flesh

A human who has a heart and feelings.

I wonder if my parents ever think I have dreams too

That my existence is not meant to fulfill their dreams

That they don't own me just because I come from them

I wonder if my parents ever think I'm okay, too.

That they're not the only ones who have it rough

Their words and actions towards me cut like a knife!

I wonder if my parents ever think I'm an adult too

That I've grown not only physically, but mentally

I wished they would not treat me like a kid while making decisions.

I wonder if my parents ever think there are other children who struggle like I do too

That I'm not a failure like they think I am

Comparing me to other kids who had success in their time

What do I do

How do I let it out

Where do I go to release

By Adia

“You will search for me in another person, I promise.”

— Unknown

Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

I long to kill the writers block fairy

“Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.”

— Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine