The worst feeling in the world
is wanting to write
but not having the words to do it
This overwhelming need to put pen to paper,
and yet…
only a jumble of words bouncing around off imaginary walls.
No order, no sense.
Just chaos.
Like a dictionary that someone ripped apart and pasted back together.
Writing just to write, but not having anything to say.
I live like an imposter. To say to someone “Oh I’m a writer”
“what have you written?”
“Oh, nothing really…”
Do I count?
Am I really a writer after all?
I doubt myself
More so than usual
I’m a writer who wants to write
And yet…
I have nothing to say
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