The feeling of having to writing a feeling of such anguish I have so many thoughts in my brain I have so many feelings so many things I could say so many things I could do but instead I'll sit here paralyzed unable to write a feeling of such anguish knowing I could write the next great book but knowing I really couldn't I'm far too lazy you far too trapped in thought far to paralyze sitting here just thinking about what could be done what could be written what could be next never putting a single word on that page hopefully the page will one day be filled with all of my ideas and all of my ideals all of my thoughts my feelings my emotions my soul but instead, I have the feeling of Anguish the feeling of having to write but being unable
Addendum: Bittersweet feeling knowing you could write but instead you sit paralyzed thinking of everything you could do or be knowing you really could not you are nothing but the whisper of a thought or feeling of the universe, the whisper of the universe trying to comprehend itself and failing now that sounds big and important but it's not it's just being alive
