SPOKEN WORDS FLY AWAY, WRITTEN WORDS REMAIN
2:27 AM
I am not a writer. Words don't come flowing out of mouth. My fingers don't have a brain of their own and type away an instant constellation of beautiful words together to form an equally beautiful piece of something that would touch someone's heart or blow someone's mind. I am struggling to weave words, I am struggling right now at this very moment. I am struggling to create something beautiful. I read something and I get inspired to write something half as good as what i just saw but i cant even come close to it. Of course I still try,hence the mere existence of this blog. I try my damn hardest to leave a mark because when I die, I want people to have a solid remembrance of me. I want them to have something to read over and over again and be reminded of what kind of a person I was. I want the words i spill to be the ones that would mop up their tears when they miss me.
I am not good with metaphors,but I hope to be one myself. I want myself to be likened to something, for people to remember me when they stumble upon something good.
I like the idea of myself creating something that would make people see a little bit of what I am. I like the idea of reading something that i spent hours on. More so if this something is psychedelic and wonderful. Call me ambitious but this is what i strive to do.
I am not a writer,nor am I good with metaphors,an expert in grammar or structure or everything that has to do with what i want to do. But I will try to do it anyway because in a few years,these words I once thought are still a piece of me. I might regret some of these things,but they made me me in some way. Consider this as my "stepping stone" to being good. or practice. whatever. This is a win-win situation. I'll let my words remain (even if they embarrass me in the near future)
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