underhanded
compiled
resented
complicated
grounded
judge a book
grasping at straws
adequate depiction
events left
find an end to this
write an end
bring this down
to a level
left unsaid
spoken
rehearsed
practiced
until perfect
rolling of fingertips
the sweet resolution of it all
look back upon
a meandering swath
cut against a wall
complicate things
imagine things
wonder about this
in particular
keep me at bay
after
sense me
across time space
always wonder.
I've never quite figured this out, as i've said before. I find it difficult to dedicate the time required. I find it difficult. It's easy to say it, easy to think about it, easy to decide in some instant to change it. Doing it is a pain in the ass... not like some people who sit and churn out pages upon pages on a whim... people who like it...
Maybe I like the idea of it?
Maybe I like the thought of it?
The romance of it...
probably the closest i've come to figuring it out.
why the fear?
fear is the mind-killer i proclaim where i can... why not make this available?
i don't know...
maybe it's time to change that...
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