God.
It hurts.
Here I am, lying curled up on my bed eating a brownie and sipping milk, while I feel it again.
The sudden feeling of pain in my heart.
The type of pain.
If I feel it…,it's like I'm being staked.
Of course, I grabbed for it, and screamed out loud just now.
I can feel my irregular unset heartbeat.
It goes along to the music.
I wonder if it's punishment for a claiming to be godless while I'm not.
Or maybe Cause ..I belong to a group of the worst murderers ever.
I'm a writer.
No man can make as many people die and suffer as a writer.
The things a writer can and will have happen in his songs, poetry, and stories.
Those things all exist. for you created them.
Perhaps in your mind.
But that is somewhere.
And, when you create them you give them a name, feelings,...in short.
Writers are nothing short of god when you think of it.
But.
Writers also Go trough the process of Scrapping many characters and lines.
They're souls you created, to test and be wiped out sometimes seconds later.
Or when you don't finish a story.
And a character stays stuck in the horrible fact that there's no tomorrow, only an endless today.
If you think all those things over, aren’t we writers some of the worst people?
I'm tired, I admit that.
But still, is it that unbelievable?
Maybe, just maybe.
I lost my mind.
It hurts.
Here I am, lying curled up on my bed eating a brownie and sipping milk, while I feel it again.
The sudden feeling of pain in my heart.
The type of pain.
If I feel it…,it's like I'm being staked.
Of course, I grabbed for it, and screamed out loud just now.
I can feel my irregular unset heartbeat.
It goes along to the music.
I wonder if it's punishment for a claiming to be godless while I'm not.
Or maybe Cause ..I belong to a group of the worst murderers ever.
I'm a writer.
No man can make as many people die and suffer as a writer.
The things a writer can and will have happen in his songs, poetry, and stories.
Those things all exist. for you created them.
Perhaps in your mind.
But that is somewhere.
And, when you create them you give them a name, feelings,...in short.
Writers are nothing short of god when you think of it.
But.
Writers also Go trough the process of Scrapping many characters and lines.
They're souls you created, to test and be wiped out sometimes seconds later.
Or when you don't finish a story.
And a character stays stuck in the horrible fact that there's no tomorrow, only an endless today.
If you think all those things over, aren’t we writers some of the worst people?
I'm tired, I admit that.
But still, is it that unbelievable?
Maybe, just maybe.
I lost my mind.
