Written Under Duress

"Is it always gonna be this hard? Getting shit down?"

"How do you mean.."

"Like are we always gonna be sitting in this room, putting our feelings into the words we think the world wants to see?"

"okay.."

"And in doing so, think waaaaay too hard about the things we're thinking about, practically diminishing it all for what seems to be just a bit?"

"Mmhm.."

"And we'll tamper with it some more, translating it farther and farther from the source to be sure it makes sense for a general audience understanding.."

"Uhuh.."

So all in all, it's just this gratuitous cycle of explaining myself to myself. Will it ever feel different than that?

"Well, I don't know honestly. You wanna try another genre maybe? Like realistic fiction that would be pretty coo-"

"Fuck you."

"..alright nevermind."