what i would do to write as well as you

by The Dreamer

and you

and you and you and you

and you

there’s always two or more conflicting emotions fighting for sovereignty. inspiration and envy mostly. i sigh with delight and i sigh with exasperation.

a billion gazillion other people with better characterisations and better dialogues and better ideas and better patience and better speed and better minds and better environments holy shit

maybe it’s futile trying so hard. maybe it’s futile even trying.

it’s clear who wins, isn’t it?