...The ideas get dragged in a desperate search for something,

For anything, for purpose,

But scribbled dribble is all that shows,

Persist, may he who knows nothing,

For he who knows all quits once all is known,

While he who knows nothing knows there is always more to be known,

Plastic is the gateway to the virtual,

Reality, the grand illusion, rests across a screen,

Typing away,

Typing a way out,

Away and out of the enclosed...

...determined hands continues forward towards some nonexistent goal.

Thoughts in distress and panic beg for forgiveness. For a chance to avoid this purposeless punishment. But it will not be granted. They shall not be freed. They are the inspiration, caged and tortured. Their pain is real thus it must be bottled...

...them. Thus the question rises, whether they’re avoided because of the fear of labels. And it makes no sense. They’ll be avoided because for some reason the delusion dictates that a writer is just a writer and a philosopher is just a philosopher? There’s no trace of where this twisted concept of what a “writer” allegedly is came from. A writer writes.

And I love to theorize on physics.

And I love to create through chemistry.

It’s unknown why the struggle is to shine light on these things. A writer that doesn’t write is no writer. Only fiction gets written. Words which exist only within text and thought. Imaginary constructs with sub-dimensional intelligence navigating those realities. But these things hold no meaning, no purpose. They are intentional creations which assures...

...choke and struggle,
Yet, nothing comes out,
And I’m the one stopping myself,
But I don’t know how,
There’s no failure
Don’t quit, don’t fail
Time outruns everything while the blank page rests,
Infuriating interruptions seem countless,
Still, I feel it tingling my skin,
The lights die out,
My hands begin to spill the ink,
It feels like I’m getting somewhere,
I’m delusional here,
And I write,
Scratch it out,
Try the laptop,
Wipe it out,
It’s almost morning and I’m still sitting right here,
And I panic,
And I panic,
But I’m still right here,
Thinking is harder,
And I’m stressing much further,
The doubts questions...

Struggle writing words?
Get over it and write, now!
You’re holding YOU back!

And you won’t get anywhere without work
Without struggle, sweat, pain, anger and hurt
It might seem quite stark
At times a bit dark
But writing must be treated like a flirt

Dedication
Focus, Determination
Challenging, Disciplining, Teaching
Minds That Want Work
Sit!