Failing to Make Sense
My mind is always abuzz. I am a writer at heart, but the "actually writing it down" part is what gets me. When I see my works in my head, they are beautiful and heartwrenching and perfect. But when I try to remember those ideas, those phrases, perfect words, perfect flow, those perfect letters coming together in my head, it just comes out smudged and choppy and awkward.
Even with my journal in my lap I fail to let free these thoughts, fail to recreate words that might make sense on paper, I fail, I fail.
If I could take a picture of my mind, even with that photo on the table and my heart out of the bag, I know I could make no sense explaining myself. The words I have seen are foreign and the script is messy and that glow I feel when I have it in my head falls dim. For I have created, I have found the ideal formula, but there is no use to it if I cannot share it with anyone.