Do you understand how frustrating it is? How utterly incomprehensible this moment in time can be? God, there are so many words building up within me and digging in under my fingertips and my skin is coming apart at the seams with all the words that are growing and growing but I can’t get them out.
No matter what I do it seems the words aren’t coming and I can’t get them out and there’s no focus on where to put them and there’s so many and oh, the ideas, there are so many. I can see it all so clearly, you know? All of it is so clearly and I don’t have the words- No, no, I have the words, just not the focus.
There. That one. Do you see? Danny is fighting against the King of all Ghosts. He’s fighting for his very life and the life of all of those around him and he can barely even breath and it’s all coming crashing down and he’s on his knees and his breath is cold in his lungs sharp and crisp like the wind of a coming snowstorm and it’s all been leading up to this and he’s down but not out and he slowly stands and the ice gathers beneath his fingers and
No, that one. Law sits against the railing of the Polar Tang and is so eagerly awaiting his most precious person and everyone is teasing him and it’s so nice and soft switch and it’s so different and he’s alone and the cold is sharp against his skin where white spots shine more clearly than anything else and there is nothing he can feel but cold steel under his fingertips and the sharp hard edges of a sheath in his hand and there is nothing but the next day there is nothing but revenge switch he’s a doctor just like he always wanted and everything is as it should be but they’re not there switch god he’s here he’s here he’s really truly here and he can’t breath because he’s right there in front of him and he can’t touch him switch all of the Strawhats and each one has a story and he’s there for each story not all of them but one at a time in a single file line and god there’s so much to be done so much to be changed so much that’s so new switch blood and tears and that fucking chest switch Cora-san alive and beside him and Doflamingo his friend and mentor and helper switch they’re going to kill Doflamingo together they have to there’s no other option switch this is it this is his revenge this is all he has left but then a whirlwind with a strawhat offers his hand and smiles so happily and Law things maybe just one more day just one more trip across the sea sw i tch
Why can’t you see all that I can see? There’s so much and so many words and there’s so much to do and there! Randy finally shifts and it’s just as dramatic as you would expect but Novan helps him through it and there’s still so much shit to get through but they’re finally there they’re on their way
Bill and Dipper are finally talking against and have made amends and Toby couldn’t be more pleased but the Hand of the Father is upon them
Danny flies up to a library and knocks and the doors open and he gets trapped inside but it’s the start of something so beautiful and all he can do is sit through this amazing story from the beginning
Wings upon his back and god they hurt and they’re so aganozing and there’s so much going on and Guardians and a Council and one by the name of Alvarro and he’s the one meant to revive the Council and save them all but he’s still just a kid he’s dead he’s a kid and he’s died and there’s so much but he has them he has his family he has him and he has to keep going
Twisted tales lost in the night and reincarnations lost through the years and it’s Gravity Falls but it’s so so twisted but a deal is struck and the twins are grinning and the demon is nothing but proud of them and the laughter is so dark but there’s something so serene and pleased within it
So many words… There are so many words but they won’t come out. There’s nothing but white space and emptiness and the words are all screaming at me to be released and I can’t get them out and it’s not just the characters I’ve grown to love but the ones that were there before even them back when there was nothing and
A girl with a dead mother who arrives to a forest and trusts no one but the howling at her door
A budding engineer with a mind to find her mother and survive in this world of steam and gears
A school of magical creatures that you can’t even begin to fathom
Time travellers who met once and then always miss again and again and star crossed lovers has never been more apt a term
How silly for a life changing event to happen in a coffee shop and it’s such a poor age old troupe but it’s so accurate and how silly
A cursed girl who wants nothing more than death but is cruelly kept alive except… Life can be worth living
Scared little girls lost in a world that was once their own and forced to accept that not every fairy tale ended with happily ever after
Two sisters lost and adrift but one has power and oh, she’ll do whatever it takes to get that happy ending
Thousands upon thousands upon thousands of words and they all seem to just stay beneath my fingertips and stay trapped swirling beneath my lungs and when I breath in there is stillness for a second and then I breath out and there is an outpouring of life and ideas and words unsaid and actions taken before thought can be had and there’s so mu c h.
I never knew being a writer was to suffer so much… Is it always like this? If it is… If it is… All these trapped worlds and words and ideas and characters and stories and being unable to breath without wondering what is going to happen next what are they going to do what what what
