Maybe i really dont have anything special to say
thats why i’m so afraid to pursue this
or its because i dont believe i will ever succeed
like im just not good enough
and everything everyone ever needed to say has been said
every action and emotion has already been described
from the way a butterflys wings whisper when they flicker
from flower to flower on a springy afternoon
to the way the grass grows green in some places
but dies and fades to brown never to be well again in others
or like the drizzle of syrup as it slowly cascades
down a giant stack of golden brown pancakes
yea – i think im afraid ill have nothing to contribute
nothing original to say and no new thoughts to think
i wont even be able to connect with anybody
because they wont spend more than a minute reading my work
the characters just wont be any good in my fiction stories
and i never learned how to properly write in iambic pantameter
(or whatever that rhyming scheme stuff is called)
i just wont have anything useful or entertaining to say
and ill fall into obscurity as a failure.



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