My Obsession

It swirls around my head.
It slams against my brain cells.
It makes me think.
It makes me wonder.

It is writing.

My hands twitch at the lack of pen and paper.
My head wonders around,
Wondering what we'll come up with.
I lose my mind over story,
That's never gets done.

The story is unfinished, because I get stuck.
Then,
Words echo inside my head.
My heart starts to race in excitement,
I come up with new characters.
A face,
A name,
A personality,
A person.

Then,
The cycle repeats.
The story isn't finished.

I feel like,
I'm going insane.

And when a story is finished,
I rewrite.
Make it better.

After that?

I rewrite.
Make it better.

It goes on
And on
And on
And on.

I'm back in insanity.

I take a break.
Only to listen to other people's work.
The urge to write is back,
And I think,
I can write better than that.

I calm myself with some music,
But oh no,
The lyrics of this song is beautiful.

I can write something more beautiful.

I need to come to terms with myself.

I love writing.
I love making up stories,
I love making up people,
I love using all the paper up in a 3 subject notebook.
I love to use a freshly sharpen pencil, or a brand new ballet point pen.

I love my obsession.