What should I write about?
Love?
Envy?
Sex?
Fear?
Hatred?
Anger?
It shouldn't be this hard.
All day I think of things to say.
All day I write the perfect words in my head, only to forget them moments later.
I can write a sonnet without really trying, and not remember it by the time I get back to paper.
I've written beautiful ballads that never reached a mouth to sing them.
I've created entire worlds, and been unable to to remember the slightest detail when it mattered.
True inspiration seems to come when I need it least.
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