#mindspill

Thinking about the scene you wanna write is way more fun than actually writing it.

I think my thoughts are too fast for my hands to catch up.

I’ll be thinking about the whole scene precisely -every glance, every word - but my hands are out here struggling to find the spelling of a particular word I threw in just for a punch, like hesit-hesti-hesita-ughh whatever.

And the WORST part?

My brain’s already moved on to the next moment , the next breath, the next heartbeat - while my poor fingers are still trying to catch up with the first one.

Technology is way more advanced than it’s ever been,

so someone please go invent a thought-to-text keyboard ASAP.

A dream is a delicate form of future memory.

Something within us already knows where we belong — even if reason hasn’t found the path there yet.

Humans are born with the ability to see, in their mind’s eye, what doesn’t yet exist.

This is the gift of imagination — and the curse of persistence.

For those who dream are also condemned to struggle.

They live between what is and what ought to be.

And that gap… it hurts.

But abandoning the dream is not rest — it is a different kind of death.

A quiet, inward death that comes not suddenly,

but through the slow fading of possibility.

Do not give up on what pulls you forward just because the road is hard.

Difficulty is not proof of failure, but a sign that the dream is worthy.

That you are becoming someone strong enough to hold it.

Remember:

Not everything that moves makes noise.

And not everything silent is standing still.

A dream is not measured by the speed of its fulfillment,

But by the depth of your persistence.

And those who persist — reshape the world,

even if at first, only their own.

And if you’re reading this now, know this is no accident.

Hope still exists.

The future you long for is still waiting.

thank you sm remi !! oh god, that song is so good. lil compliment - remi hi !! I’ve been following you for like a month or smth idk I’m not really sure but I can safely say that it was one of the best things I did recently. You’re such a genuinely nice person, it’s honestly disgusting how good you are to others, you deserve all the happiness in this world ❤ lil quote - “I know that every song is a missing piece of your soul”

“…Excuse me?”

“Yeah, literally die. Flatline, gone. And then I come back an hour later—provided I’m not already six feet under.”

“W–woah… H-have you ever used it?”

“Oh yeah. Twice.”

“Twice?! When?”

“First time, I cracked my head open, ended up at my ex’s hospital. First day of her internship. She gave me the right injection, did everything perfectly… and then I just decided to die. She panicked, ran, and when I came back an hour later, I filed a complaint. She lost her job. Traumatized her for life.”

“…That’s —horrible.”

It’s way better than lying to yourself again and again.

Maybe it was just a chapter written in italics - something that will always feel special when you read back to it.

So don’t tear it out.

Or act like it was the whole story.

Read it.

Turn the page.

Keep going.

Is there a rulebook? A secret checklist? Do you need to publish a book, win an award, or have a million readers?

Because everyone writes, don’t they? At different levels. In different ways. We all write notes, captions, rants, thoughts. So why do only a few get to call themselves writers?

Is it imagination? The ability to draw others into a world built entirely from emotion and ink?

Is it the way some words make your chest ache - not because they're perfect, but because they feel like you?

Or is it just confidence? Just a bunch of people brave enough to say,

“I am a writer” ...even when the voice in their head says “You’re not.”

So can i call myself a writer?