In my head the words flow. They fall out on to the mental paper with beautiful ease. A sappy song or meaningful quote and out comes more. But the minute I look at a blank page....that is what I become blank.The free feelings stop flowing. The fear takes over. The desire for intricate perfection to always be in place. Logically I know that once I start typing all will be well and the piece will work it's self better than the version in my head. I don't really know what I am scared of. Fear that on paper the feelings become real? Who knows. I just wish it didn't hold me back from writing...something. Just something.
They are just words...but words are who I am.