I wish I wrote the way I thought; 

Obsessively,

Incessantly, 

With maddening hunger. 

I’d write myself a new beginning,

And dictate how the story unfolds. 

Then maybe, just maybe, 

My mind would stop advancing on me;

It’s heavy, you see…

Surging with thoughts, 

That have yet to meet paper. 

Ideas and occurrences, 

That may never transpire, 

Never come to be…

But young minds overflow;

So I wish I wrote the way I thought.

#blurbsbyme

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