hmm
I've been trying not to think these last few weeks.
But it hasn't worked.
I'm sending a postcard to Finland. Why? Because I can.
I've decided that my skills as a writer of both fiction and poems is not anything for me to really pursue. I was looking at what I've written and . . .
It's not good enough.
I wish I knew who it was good enough for.
Nothing I do is ever good enough.
Why?
I don't know and that frustrates me. What am I looking for? What am I striving for?
Perfection?
No, I know that does not exist.
I want to be understood so someone can help me . . .
Help me do what?
I don't know.
With my writing I want to say things the way I want them to be said, but I can't seem to find the right words.
My words on paper are what I speak, but I do not write as well as I should. I do not speak as well either. My words are tainted.
Sometimes I think I'm tainted.
Regardless . . .
I'm more willing to do things for others than for myself. I don't understand why this is.
"But what use are answers,
When there is no one to ask?"
But it hasn't worked.
I'm sending a postcard to Finland. Why? Because I can.
I've decided that my skills as a writer of both fiction and poems is not anything for me to really pursue. I was looking at what I've written and . . .
It's not good enough.
I wish I knew who it was good enough for.
Nothing I do is ever good enough.
Why?
I don't know and that frustrates me. What am I looking for? What am I striving for?
Perfection?
No, I know that does not exist.
I want to be understood so someone can help me . . .
Help me do what?
I don't know.
With my writing I want to say things the way I want them to be said, but I can't seem to find the right words.
My words on paper are what I speak, but I do not write as well as I should. I do not speak as well either. My words are tainted.
Sometimes I think I'm tainted.
Regardless . . .
I'm more willing to do things for others than for myself. I don't understand why this is.
"But what use are answers,
When there is no one to ask?"