A billion words,
a thousand stories,
those are all I have.
Yet I couldn't write
a single page
if you had even asked.
The stories keep me going,
keep my head among the clouds
but my feet upon the road.
I see the beginning, the middle, the end
but pen and paper couldn't meet
to write the words that once had flowed.
I am drowning in ideas
of the characters I see
but when it comes to make them real,
they are gone like in a dream.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
A billion words,
a thousand stories,
those are all I have.
Yet I couldn't write
a single page
if you had even asked.
The stories keep me going,
keep my head among the clouds
but my feet upon the road.
I see the beginning, the middle, the end
but pen and paper couldn't meet
to write the words that once had flowed.
I am drowning in ideas
of the characters I see
but when it comes to make them real,
they are gone like in a dream.