→ Self doubt and Creative limits ←

I'm not sad enough to write

I'm not good enough to jot down clever words on this beautiful sheet of pearly fibers

Why can I only write when I'm sad?

Never do I want to limit the expression of my soul

Every inch of my being

Being sold to the world

With hopes to reach every broken spirit

They just seem so distant 

The plans of being a poet

The foggy taste of self inflicted defeat.