Never listen to the praise it's a poison that will drive your work to cater to the mundane.
Rejection is good but if you are going to be made of glass you picked the wrong path .
There is never a right way simply your own.
Ignore those voices that question everything take off the brakes and go full throttle for it's better to burn bright for a short time than to waste away a sad parody of your true self.
I'm no expert just another ***** at the keys typing away his life drink in hand killing the moments till there's nothing left but dust and memories for which stories will be cast .
The page is all that matters nothing more .
I have sacrificed all and I dam sure am not stopping till I die .
It's never a choice for the true writer .
I never viewed the road and saw many directions for me it was a straight ******* line since day one.
I may be a ******* to some but I will always be what most can never grasp.
True to myself .
No regrets ,No remorse .
I have tasted the pavement far to many times my words are like scars they carry a weight I cannot deny.
The faces always change yet my goal has never changed.
To make that page bleed to my will .
There's no easy way to get anything in this life worth a dam.
Likes are a ******* joke popularity his for high school has-been's emptiness is the truth of this road friends are few and rejections many.
If you choose to take this road all I can say it's one ruff ******* ride.
But if you are truly a writer there's no choice it's just the way it is .
No regrets and no ******* remorse!
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Never listen to the praise it's a poison that will drive your work to cater to the mundane.
Rejection is good but if you are going to be made of glass you picked the wrong path .
There is never a right way simply your own.
Ignore those voices that question everything take off the brakes and go full throttle for it's better to burn bright for a short time than to waste away a sad parody of your true self.
I'm no expert just another ***** at the keys typing away his life drink in hand killing the moments till there's nothing left but dust and memories for which stories will be cast .
The page is all that matters nothing more .
I have sacrificed all and I dam sure am not stopping till I die .
It's never a choice for the true writer .
I never viewed the road and saw many directions for me it was a straight ******* line since day one.
I may be a ******* to some but I will always be what most can never grasp.
True to myself .
No regrets ,No remorse .
I have tasted the pavement far to many times my words are like scars they carry a weight I cannot deny.
The faces always change yet my goal has never changed.
To make that page bleed to my will .
There's no easy way to get anything in this life worth a dam.
Likes are a ******* joke popularity his for high school has-been's emptiness is the truth of this road friends are few and rejections many.
If you choose to take this road all I can say it's one ruff ******* ride.
But if you are truly a writer there's no choice it's just the way it is .
No regrets and no ******* remorse!
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