writewritewritewritewrite.
i wish it would stop.
"if you can't draw
and you can't write,
how are you going
to earn a life?"
the problem is
the writer block's inside my bones,
the artist block's inside my mind.
and i would like to search behind
the reason why
nothing i do seems to be right
and my stomach hurts
and my pieces fall apart,
and i don't have the time
and i don't have the guts
to pick them up.
