It stares back at me, almost mocking
Aren't you going to fill me with ink, or do you have nothing to say again?
I stare and stare, but nothing comes
My thoughts are full, but they come in the form of pride, anger, fear, and sadness
Oh wait, I have that story in my head
The one I keep forming in my mind
Each day, I keep telling myself that I'll write it down, but don't
Maybe I can buy a pretty journal and write it down instead of dreaming about it, just a thought
Here's a thought
Stop thinking and write from the heart
Isn't that what they say?
Don't you dare do that, that thing's way too fickle
Just ask the Holy Spirit
He'll help
When He decides of course
Its His time, not yours
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