They told me write everyday, what I think and what I say.
It'll make you a better songwriter.
To mix the real things in with the feelings.
But they don't know how much it hurts to be an intellectual and yet, feel worse.
I want to be remembered,
but to think what I think,
I'd rather forget than make it an imprint.
Paper is pure,
why would I stain it with words so unsure of themselves, by a writer who is so frustrated and tired they can't even sleep right for more than a few hours.
A mind that works too well is a mind not worth having.
It's to fast it becomes unproductive.
What's a thought worth if you think it too fast to even know you thought it?
Writing it down makes it solid,
but what should be solid and what should be fleeting that is the question.
What should be fleeting?
A memory? And thought? A moment? A lifetime?
So this is the unpredictable pages of my thoughts, sometimes happy sometimes not. Sometimes making sense sometimes needing context that you may just never get.
But outlet was needed for me to vent because writing everyday is what I need they said.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of an Intellectual Fish
PoetryEveryday obligations of the metacognitive Fish brain that is me. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes a mix match in-between. But all the time as raw and openly possible as can be.
