Inspired by a question you asked

In another time

We could be; right now I need

To complete myself


A thought on blogging

Writing is hard. Much harder than I thought it would be.

When I was younger I used to write all the time. I would write songs, poems, stories. I would print off all the pages and put them together into a make-shift book. All I dreamed of doing as a grown-up was being an author. That dream ended when I was in secondary school and I realised I was better at science, and average at writing.

As a child I had so much imagination. I never ran out of anything to write about, was never short of ideas. There was no fear of judgement, no self-criticism or crippling perfectionism. That is what I need to find again: the attitude that not everything has to be perfect.

But writing and creating is still something I really enjoy, and something I have decided to start doing again (for the hundredth time). Hopefully I’ll stick to it this time.


Inspired by last night’s storm

All around the storm rages on
But not as thunderous
As the beating of my heart
Refusing to give up
Like you gave up on me