Some days I can write 60 pages.
Some days I can write none.
Why is this.
I don't quite know.
But I know that I love it.
I know that it is my life.
That is completely and perfectly me.
Just as the title says.
Writing describes me.
I'm a big head dreamer.
A thinker.
Imagination filled.
Full of stories and scenarios.
I'm so full of them they can't even be placed into one coherent story.
I've only finished 3 of them.
The rest are hundreds of unfinished drafts all with different plots and stories.
But one day.
Hopefully one day they'll all be written.
And I can write all their stories.
All the scenarios.
Everyone that's ever come.
And maybe then,
They all would be,
me.
YOU ARE READING
me more than you
PoetryPoetry The deepest thoughts of my mind It's just me and my mind Not me and you