Literature
For the Next Writer
[DEVIATION]
I was in that seat before you
Hunched over and well spent
Filling my lungs with vaporized smoke through a synthetic pen
It’s not good enough, is it?
That line feels fake to you, doesn’t it?
You want to show them what you’re made of, but that brain of yours is screaming.
It keeps telling you to give up.
Take it from someone who has been lost
More than fingers could count
None of it matters, you say
Yeah, yeah
I get it
If you don’t mind, I’ll take that chair beside yours.
Listen, kid
There’s been plenty of you
And there have been many more of me that the universe had given up on
But that rage you feel when you think you don’t have any words to spew
Just write it
Jot it down on a scrap of notebook paper
Save it for later
Who knows
Maybe there’s someone else out there who needs it more than us.
