Do it

The last two weeks I came up with an idea that I would like to pursue. I am not sure that it will work out, but this is something to keep me being more creative. These last few months have been crazy for me with writing, and life in general. There is so much going on with my mind, that I am not sure if I it all makes sense to me.

The one constant thing I must say that has stayed the same is that I would like to be a writer. I want to be able to tell stories, not just any stories I want to tell my stories. My mind is always running, and it is never stopping. I do not want it to stop if I am honest. I just do not know how much more I need to do.

Last year I set a goal for me to write a screenplay, and you know what I did it. Was it easy, no? I set the goal and I accomplished. The truth is I have not looked at that since at least march. I know I need to go back and edit it, but I just cannot go back to it. If I am honest the reason I have not gone back to is because I do not trust me, and I never think anything that I do is good. I know it is good, but I tend to change almost everything when I go back over it.

I am just my own worst critic. If everyone around me tells me what I am writing is good. I just think they are making it up. It is something that I am working on, but it will take time. Maybe my new idea will be the push I need to keep going. Who knows, but you must just do it, do not worry about if this good or not just do it.

Poem: Knock at the Door

Pain is knocking at my door.

I am thinking about opening it, but my feet cannot move.

It keeps knocking and knocking, but I do not say a word.

I know what needs to happen, it was in the plans for months.

I am just afraid of what will happen or if it would come.

This is not the first time it has knock, the last time I was not afraid to open the door.

Now, I am getting terrified what do I do.

It is going to come in one way or the other, but this time I do not want it.

We were friends, that used to see other from time to time.

It was never great, but it was needed.

Then it would leave, and everything would be gold.

I was happy, but now I no longer know how to feel.

This door is getting bigger and bigger, and the knocks are getting louder.

Is this the end, will I make it through?

I guess I need to just open the door.