i've always liked to think of myself as a positive person
an optimist one might say
"the glass is half full"
but my question is why, when i'm writing about being broken, do the words cascade from brain to hand
slipping effortlessly like a swan on water?
why are the metaphors comparing life to a smashed bottle already sat comfortably on the tip of my tongue?
why can i enter that shadowy corner of my brain where my tears are held as if the door has been left swinging open?
maybe writing allows me to access an alternate personality that is constantly just around the corner
or maybe writing is my natural state of mind-
a/n. please tell me someone else understands this. where as soon as you write, you're just so much darker.
just me?
okay.