i guess i force it
just a little bit too much
expectations overriding creativity
when my mind jumps between my fingers screaming
“you better produce something worthwhile
or else this has been a waste of time”
somehow the joy leaks away
and the pressure squeezes me down
into a ball incapable of thought
let alone movement
so the moment passes
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January 26, 2012 at 10:33 pm |
When the “editor” is in the room… horrible time for the “editor” to visit is when the “writer” is working!