I tapped this out on my phone a couple weeks ago. I just found it. Thought it was pretty funny.
"Creativity is on the otherside of this wall. This wall, right here. I can hear it and envision it but I can't touch it. The wall is too thick. All my responsibilities and desires are thickly woven together to form a barrier. I'm still on this side. Not because I choose the side but because I incessantly add new pieces to the wall. I make no time for fun. I. me. Not her. Not you. I wish life was less boring routine and more fun but who made my life this way? I did. I chose this over that and that over this for a few years now and have landed myself in a rigid box.
I will now destroy this box. I will destroy it with my anger and self-worth. I need a new perspective before I pull an Alexander supertramp. All that's left is a crummy photo and an in-depth journal that doctors will study and share theories on the path my brain went. They'll say brain but it's MIND and we all know that.
I keep spurring on wih the notion that someday, I'll have time for my dreams." .
