Where does the desire come from? To send someone words on a paper screen? Where does the inkwell saturate, and settle deep? Mixing until youβre your dammed up thoughts Break loose and spill out onto the ground Flooding the valley at hand below For when you spill yourself onto a page You need to be comfortable with the mess youβll create Itβs inevitable But why should you worry about that anyway?* I mean it, I say this with a laugh butβ¦ Does any of this matter anyway? Why should you withhold and hold back? The rushing words The kind which actually meant to be swept away
How to write with Sean - You just write until you are. And then one day you realize that you've always been to a certain degree. And forever will be. You! (: