I Refuse to Be Bad
Feeling very emotional today and I think its because I need to write. I need to be creative, to not just recount a story or craft an opinion but to watch art, living and kicking, leap onto the page from my brain. It's been so long, too long since I've tried my hand at poetry or prose... and I know that at least I used to be good. I'm not sure why or even when exactly I stopped. I always wrote better in turmoil and crisis and there was plenty of both to use as fuel growing up. I've been "fucked... Sign in to see full entry.