Sometimes the mind and the pen work hand in hand to produce beauty… Other times there’s a disconnect and the product is faulty. Or maybe not. Maybe the problem is being honest enough with yourself to open up and express exactly what you’re feeling. But if you lie to yourself, it hampers that. You can’t bloom in that way.
I’ll stop here for now. Thoughts are so jumbled that I feel myself rambling disjointedly.
But I will say this:
Of all the people who deserve brutal honesty from us, we should put ourselves at the top of the list.