Writing Process
A roach just crawled across my keyboard on the table in front of me as I began to jot down who I am into my iPhone so that the reader may get to know me. Relevant information, right? Thought so, one who stands for nothing stands for everything. Dealer of BS, also receiver of BS. Grim look on life which makes for interesting poetic viewpoints. Depressed all the time. Lonely, but at this point by choice. Lost faith in my fellow man a long time ago. Women leave much deeper scars, and take with them hearts. Vanish. I have tried, doesn’t really work out like you’d expect whenever you have a purpose. Purpose, writing semi psychotic jumbles of word that will be appreciated when I’m dead. Death, never ending darkness until I find a void to transfer energy back into. Unless, this time I’ve actually accomplished what my destiny has foretold. Love, all the crap I continue to write in the hopes of touching eternity through literary achievement. Sad, for as long as I can remember. Don’t know why. Just always felt like I’d never be whole again. Friends, suck so understand that you have none. Family, suck as well. Never put stock in your family members. They are the only people that have an excuse to screw you over with no remorse. Unforgiving, is love. Falling into, said love, is always the funnest part for me. Being in it. Different story. Trust left this place a long time ago, along with forgiveness. So train wrecks and heart aches, always. Fortunate, to have my peace of mind amidst utter chaos. Chaos called. My life, is balanced madness within a tropical storm that takes many different forms. Excuses, the building blocks to my very existence. Hours, I’ve spent the last 16 on this couch trying to make sense of it all. Rest of my life, what it will take to realize I may never make sense of it all. Apologies, given but not meant. Weak, the people on which my demons prey. Pray, been a long time since I have. Why, have you? Okay then. Faith, in myself. Where else would it be? Inspiration, a creative muse. Pain. Agony. Energy. Desperation. Understanding. Release. Channel. Answers, In the funniest places. People, only use you for what they can. Not capable of higher thought. Self obsessed. Careless. Greedy. Ungrateful. Not worthy. Lost, are all of us who seek purpose. Blessings, take form of something relevant to the situation. Crazy, are the minds that are truly unique. Thought process, this was mine. Clueless, cause I don’t even know who I am..