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“Don’t you see? I loved you.
But we were never meant to last.”
Don’t you see? We were never meant to last. Telling half-truths and hoping for a better future, one that would move mountains to bring us together. In my naïvety, I believed they were truth. And I let you in. I let you see my heart. I let you in. I wanted to love you with abandon, and though I did love you, somewhere along the way, rationality kicked in and I saw each and every flaw of us. So I let the end come. And tore my heart out in the process. Sometimes I wonder, if I remained in that steadfast state of dreaming of what we could be, what would we have been? Could we have found our way to each other?
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” When someone is ready to sacrifice for you but you are not ready
to do the same for them, it is best either to walk away or grow….
Don’t ever take advantage of a good heart. No one owes you anything.”
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Your Smile Lights Up A Room The Atmosphere seems to Shift Then Your Face Comes Across Bridging Gaps Bringing Us Together Making My Heart Leap It Even Skip A Beat It’s Like Music, You will Cat…
What is that I hear…… The whispers in my head
Voices which undermine my decisions and choices
Always a negative tone attached with hint of criticism
I shake my head to silent this cacophony of censure
Freeing myself to make my own way in the world
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We’ve all experienced the stark terror of staring at a blank page. While we may have an intended topic or a brilliant idea, the empty space mocks us and we freeze.
Sheet physical willpower is my answer. I force my fingers to move, ignore the panic and type whatever words reach my fingertips. No matter how crazy it sounds, or banal, or weird the phrases seem, I let them flow. I push negative thoughts from my mind, shush the critic and turn off my editor. With each successive word, the process becomes less forced and I can feel a trickle that promises the flood. As I relax, sentences emerge, which quickly spin into paragraphs. Hours pass, and the once barren page, now overflows, leaking across multiple sheets with a story.
How do you address a blank page?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
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