I want to write
My soul years to make my mark upon an empty page; ANY page
My mind is full of dreams and realities too fantastic to exist
I cry out, silently, "let me release these images onto something permanent"
Something real
And yet
When I look at this paper all of my fantasies escape me
All I can think of is the same old story told a hundred times over
Nothing new
My impact on the world left unsaid
And the fear in my heart that tells me
"You'll never be as good as those who came before"
"You're not motivated"
"You're not creative"
"You're not ready"
Compels me to give up
And the page remains
Empty
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories
Short StoryA collection of short stories (and maybe poems?) by me. Mostly Tolkien related, but there'll be other stuff too.
