Saturday, September 19, 2015

59. Someday

Someday, I will know what I want to tell you.
I will know why I want to blog.
There will be purpose in my prose.

I'm stuck between wanting to tell you everything
and wondering why you would even care.

I want to write for my readers,
but I don't know who reads my blog,
nor do I want to push my blog on people who don't 
want to read it.

That's dumb, that's boring, everyone has already
written that with better writing and more interesting perspective.

But most of all, I don't write because that would require focus.
How much easier is it to spend the day lost in fictional worlds
than to live life,
love life,
and let the life that is moving forward
into the better and best
overflow into others?

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