but who can hold a memory
Jun. 16th, 2013 11:16 pmonce upon a time, I knew how to write
how to story
...which isn't quite true because so much of the time it didn't feel like me writing a story, so much as the story writing through me
somewhere along the line I
(lost confidence?)
(put too much pressure on myself?)
(or on writing as the last Legit Thing I could be able to do?)
lost
the ability to Words
to Story
and sometimes I tell myself that all things are transitory
that this dry spell won't last forever
but
sometimes
especially lying in bed at night
sometimes I think that I'll never get it back
and that hurts way
too
much
how to story
...which isn't quite true because so much of the time it didn't feel like me writing a story, so much as the story writing through me
somewhere along the line I
(lost confidence?)
(put too much pressure on myself?)
(or on writing as the last Legit Thing I could be able to do?)
lost
the ability to Words
to Story
and sometimes I tell myself that all things are transitory
that this dry spell won't last forever
but
sometimes
especially lying in bed at night
sometimes I think that I'll never get it back
and that hurts way
too
much