Who is the soul that writes verses that matter? Does it take a special type of person? Am I, could I ever be, that person?
Why do I feel like I'm suffocating when life is full and there's no time for writing? I'm fortunate to be busy doing meaningful things, things that are perhaps more sensible than toying with words no one will read. So why do I have a near-overpowering urge to shave my head like Britney Spears, merely because I have no time to sit around musing on adjectives that are synonymous with gossamer?
I don't know WHY - BUT, I'm grateful you DO.
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I always find that Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet help me when I feel like this.
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