. by neutralfleur
what in the world can i do?
i wish to write
pen down words
scribble on all sorts of paper
bringing words to light
making them dance from my pencil
i want to make others feel something in the pits of their stomachs, like butterflies awakening to a beautiful spring
i want to make them tear up, think for hours
but i mostly want to express myself
the inner workings of my art gallery
the ingenious i need to cultivate like a weed in all their perfect gardens
i wish to write everything i fail to say
yet the process is so long
the road to get there is so dark
and it’ll only light up when i’ve reached the end
i do not measure my success on whether i will be remembered or not
but to think that i may not be able to smear my fantasies and dreams and heartbreak on to somebody’s favourite poetry collection shatters every goal i’ve painted in coats of gold
i don’t understand
and the yearning continues
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