idle words
the hardest part of writing: when you hit that point when you don’t know what to write about at that exact moment when all that comes out of your mind is just gibberish words that don’t mean anything when compiled into one sentence one line won’t mean anything anymore they’re just words words that mean something individually but put them together and they don’t mean anything or if ever they do, only someone as high as the sky will understand, but no one else will it will be something profound for them but it doesn’t really mean anything you want to reread everything from the start but you don’t even understand what you’re trying to say what you want to say the words take over your fingers as they write down the words being listed down in your brain you don’t know what else to say to people who ask what you’re writing it’s just random blabbering—
what are you writing?
Originally published on A Collection of Thoughts from Yesterday's Tomorrow