…not to fear what you write
Words on their own have no strength, no power. There’s no beauty. A writer needs more than words. The Writer needs grammar and syntax, they need ideas and passion. Writing is an experiment destined to either succeed or fail.
There are times the words without the passion or the idea succeed. And you just sit there and read and wonder. How’s that possible?
And then there are works that were meant to become classic but where pushed aside at their own time. That, however, is possible and awfully comprehensible. Time periods, values, ethics and all that jazz.
Magic is created with the right time, with the right ingredients. And a fire is lit that won’t go down.
I use my fears
I depend on them
Emotions created during their time
Their strength consumes me
My fingers bleed while inside my head
The demons play
It’s so wrong until the right moment comes
And I turn those fears to my advantage
Until they’ll hide from me in tears…