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my mind is in knots. there are so many twists and turns that I can’t seem to follow and I’m getting frustrated. where is the start and where is the end? and why is it so confusing? i can’t sit still—my legs want to get up and go but my brain is too tired for that right now. i stay seated and try to untangle what is the big grey lump in my skull, trying to figure out what it’s trying to say. but it’s illegible and i can’t, like a foreign language I don’t recognize. hopefully as i spill out on to what was a blank sheet of paper i can break through those knots and maybe comprehend the load of thoughts running through and around each other in the space of my body that has been assigned to them. i only wish i knew for certain that there would finally be a break through and that i will know what I should be knowing. gathering myself might help as I feel as if i’m spread across a massive surface that i can’t seem to find all the pieces of myself on. but how can I find myself when I barely know myself? when i find out, i’ll let you know.
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
writer’s block
my mind is in knots. there are so many twists and turns that I can’t seem to follow and I’m getting frustrated. where is the start and where is the end? and why is it so confusing? i can’t sit still—my legs want to get up and go but my brain is too tired for that right now. i stay seated and try to untangle what is the big grey lump in my skull, trying to figure out what it’s trying to say. but it’s illegible and i can’t, like a foreign language I don’t recognize. hopefully as i spill out on to what was a blank sheet of paper i can break through those knots and maybe comprehend the load of thoughts running through and around each other in the space of my body that has been assigned to them. i only wish i knew for certain that there would finally be a break through and that i will know what I should be knowing. gathering myself might help as I feel as if i’m spread across a massive surface that i can’t seem to find all the pieces of myself on. but how can I find myself when I barely know myself? when i find out, i’ll let you know.
This is an edited and shorter version of a very messy poem I wrote in high school. So like 8+ years ago.
#writers#block#rewrite
ellejaxsun
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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