poem flower has posted a poem! (after like a year)
every word doesn’t feel exactly right there is this need to apologize for every sentence you write – for every page being too long and your characters not enough, for every second to count as wasted for every minute to pass by with you staring at the blinking cursor it’s annoying how old habits turn to ghosts when you can’t seem to enjoy them anymore– when did it become a chore? when did it have to be great? when did it start being for someone else– for your future readers, your future you? and now you look back at those joyful days where you used to wonder what you wanted to do when it wasn’t more than words on paper and stories unfolding and your little safe corner when things got rough. but monsters sleep under the same bed you bury into when you need to cry.
