Sometimes in my mind I call myself a writer. And i ramble on for hours in notes all alone. I write and write like im pouring my soul into a cup for the worlds consumption. But after hours of writing i realise its just me sitting at the table sipping wistfully at that cup i thought i was pouring for others. And so it happens again and again and i write in ways that make me feel mighty and profound but in reality that might just be from the toxins my body creates in the process of constant regurgitation and consumption. So yes to put it plainly i would love to be part of this. I want to try share my cup and for people to either reject it or consume it. Even if no one drinks it at least there will be other people at the table beside me.
It’s wild that I can just type out my thoughts for literally an audience of no one. Like, this is a message in a bottle. A digital footprint, something that says I was here. Even though no one may read this, I hope that whatever you are doing is going well and that you will be ok in the end. Ily. ✨🖤✨
Big navel gazer here; I often start in a delusionally romantic state of viewing things and evolve to a kind of reserved pragmatism through the process critical examination. Lately, writing has been like preserving these ephemeral states in amber, coexisting in a state of delicious permanence I can return to, instead of allowing them to wash away with the tides. This ultimately helps me engage more deeply with the world.
I have for the longest time had a long ongoing story in my mind that I think about whenever I’m bored.
Waiting in the line at a grocery store? Sitting in a waiting room?
Let me think about this story with these characters in my head.
Free TV with my imagination.
I have tried writing it down several times but it just steals the magic. There can be plot holes and things that don’t make sense because nobody knows about this.
Probably a symptom of my mental illness but I quite enjoy it.
and when the lights hit the snow at night. wow as someone who has not seen snow much this is a totally underrated phenomenon. only thing that makes winter weather not depressing.and snow in the city wow.
