Conflicted Creativity by SaltAndCookies, literature
What do I write about? Nothing at all. Knocked it down like a cat just to watch it fall. This tower of cards is packed full of my scars, so I pull it apart. Break it down and restart. The finishing touches never do come. To add them, I’d first have to get something done. I’m not sure I enjoy this, but it’s all I have. So I’ll push it all out there and pull it right back.