So far

[lostNfound]

Ive made it this far giggling and planning like madman, plotting and planning.
Pen has gone to paper but the pen has run dry and the plans are frivolous.
pages and pages, empty pages. space for ideas to the infinite degree, limited by page number 102 and flicking through, it's like a comic strip with no pictures. Imagination is more important than ink. Ink is firm but holds no value unless construed from silver and gold that can sign off at the bottom of the page. In my mind I know the difference between the beginning and the end.
It's what I can put on the paper to show to the world the importance what happens in between.
Making history is telling stories and stories are often misinterpreted unless penned with ink of silver and gold.

So far. My left hand holds the empty pen and my right hand holds the blank notebook with 102 empty pages.
Show me a map and I'll mark an X.
At X we will find an underground stream of silver and golden ink to male it real and make it known.
Without the ink, we can not begin.
Without the ink, we will not have an ending.

 

[Mehm]

It feels like stimulants...don't know what to make of this..

nice piece

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Correct me if I am wrong but this is about the perfection of writing, or of not wanting to write because the writer feels that they will not do justice to the things that they have to say. I've been going through a similar headspace, of how just exactly do I say this, say this well enough so it can be felt.

Excellent stuff!

 

[lostNfound]

Close enough, yeh.
It's pointless writing if you cant give enough meaning or value to the words on paper. Without the right words sometimes its better left unsaid because it just doesnt do it justice.