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The intent is always there But putting the pen to paper is like hands. Hands closing in around your throat. Suffocating. You push. And fight Thinking “I’m just trying to write” You put the pen down. The hands that were never there disappear But you’re still suffocating.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Suffocating
The intent is always there But putting the pen to paper is like hands. Hands closing in around your throat. Suffocating. You push. And fight Thinking “I’m just trying to write” You put the pen down. The hands that were never there disappear But you’re still suffocating.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
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