Ideas can't be forced
For the past few days my brain has bombarded me with ideas the moment I walk outside. Today expecting a similar thing and feeling itchy to write I sat with my phone ready in my hand and... stared at my phone screen blankly.
The first line was something that came to mind during my frustration. Then, slowly but surely the words soon followed. We can't force ideas but sometimes we can give them a little coercion.
Have a great day as always
Sophie
Ideas can't be forced. No matter how much you will the page to fill they won't come.
Ideas can be like Winter chills. You anticipate them for weeks and just as you think you are safe you're not. Just as you put away your extra thick scarf and your extra warm socks it arrives suddenly leaving you gasping and shuddering in its aftermath. Shaken and afraid you aren't sure what to do with yourself.
Ideas can be like hot Summer days. They continuously beam down at you giving you no relief. No escape. They cling to your flesh like sticky hot air and no amount of sweat, breeze or promised sweet, cold relief can save you from it. You're left exhausted under the weight of them begging for respite.
Ideas can be like rain on a windowpane. They beat themselves gently against the glass. Their soft pitter patter comforting you in the knowledge that they are so close but you are still safe. Only when you open the window or only when you step outside do you allow them to wash over you. With your wellies you can kick and splash away the dark ideas casting their murky trails across the pavement. You can catch the sweet fresh ones on your tongue and taste their life.
Ideas are like the weather. They can whip you harder than the wildest storm, beat down on you heavier than hail or they can rise softly, temptingly like mist to wrap around you.
The weather can't be forced and neither can ideas.
The first line was something that came to mind during my frustration. Then, slowly but surely the words soon followed. We can't force ideas but sometimes we can give them a little coercion.
Have a great day as always
Sophie
Ideas can't be forced. No matter how much you will the page to fill they won't come.
Ideas can be like Winter chills. You anticipate them for weeks and just as you think you are safe you're not. Just as you put away your extra thick scarf and your extra warm socks it arrives suddenly leaving you gasping and shuddering in its aftermath. Shaken and afraid you aren't sure what to do with yourself.
Ideas can be like hot Summer days. They continuously beam down at you giving you no relief. No escape. They cling to your flesh like sticky hot air and no amount of sweat, breeze or promised sweet, cold relief can save you from it. You're left exhausted under the weight of them begging for respite.
Ideas can be like rain on a windowpane. They beat themselves gently against the glass. Their soft pitter patter comforting you in the knowledge that they are so close but you are still safe. Only when you open the window or only when you step outside do you allow them to wash over you. With your wellies you can kick and splash away the dark ideas casting their murky trails across the pavement. You can catch the sweet fresh ones on your tongue and taste their life.
Ideas are like the weather. They can whip you harder than the wildest storm, beat down on you heavier than hail or they can rise softly, temptingly like mist to wrap around you.
The weather can't be forced and neither can ideas.
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