If you read the title, congratulations, you already know I'm going to attempt a writing challenge. Everyday, for a month, I am going to write SOMETHING on here. It might be short, it might be stupid, it might be deep, it might be fictional.
So, for all the nobody who reads this, let it begin:
2:00 AM Friday, 3/20/2015
I wish I could write, but I'm dried up
like the Nile
River turned to blood
but I'm dying
There's no oxygen
No inspiration
No reason to recreate what I'm feelin' because
there's just
nothing
There's no Rushing this creative process because it's
all blocked up
there's no progress, just pain
nothing to gain, just praying for rain
on these empty fields
this empty feels
too familiar, I'm sick of seeing it
too much repetition of old lines
I'm sick of reading it
So scared of life I've forgotten how NOT to hide
I'm sick of fleeing it
but when I don't, all that fills me is
nothing
Technically that was cheating, because I wrote it a few days ago, but YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!! So, I'm using it anyway.
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