It’s hard to write when I don’t feel.
And when I do, I’m too excited to write. There’s no time. I only want to live.
I get tired of emotions. Feelings that take me nowhere leave as fast as they come. I would love to be a hopeless romantic. Fall fast and hard, without looking back. Feeling intensely every step of the process:
Use all these emotions to write. Force myself to jump of a bridge and expose myself just for a few more lines of ink.
Oh, but what wonderful symphonies I created each time I’ve leapt.