SOMETIMES

Sometimes it’s easy to analyse in analogy. Sometimes it’s easy to put things poetically. But sometimes, I can’t find a rhythm or theme, so I rant and rave and don’t know what I mean.

I wonder what my methods are when writing, ranting, and thinking. Sometimes there’s thunderstorms in my head, but sometimes the best thoughts are best left unsaid.

Is it hard to write? It shouldn’t be. I think quite a lot, but somehow I see, that it’s harder to write out a thought than to think it. Thoughts are fleeting, they’re there and then gone, and as I type my mind moves on.

In writing words do I make sense? Or is the mess in my mind too intense? As far as methods seem to be, the surreal, rhyming scheme seems to work for me. Sometimes I think I cannot write, and sometimes I’m proudest when I write something slight. Sometimes it’s hardest to write when you think. Sometimes it’s easier when you have nothing to say at all but you say it anyway. I have so much to think about, so much to say, but it’s blocked by a keyboard that’s stuck in the way.

We are writers are we not? What makes a writer? Am I a writer? I don’t think I’m a writer, but yet I am writing. Is that not a writer? Am I being too deep? Or too existential? Or am I just being pretentious? But then, what’s the difference? A teacher once asked “Are you taking the piss?”, which interests me. What’s taking the piss? If I mock the words that I write myself, or the purpose of writing itself, is that taking the piss? If serious thinking and satire are one? Where is the line, and who’s really won? I think, if you’re thinking then I’ve done my part, if thinking in your head or thinking in your heart. Whether you’re thinking it’s all been said, or whether you think it’s all in my head. Sometimes I think too much about thinking, sometimes the rain clouds and storms have me sinking. One or the other at least I can see through my own thoughts. My own eyes are on me.

There’s more to writing than the meaning of words, there’s rhythm and pacing, and rhyming. So I have to say something, if nothing else. Should it be said by me or someone else? And yes I know I rhymed else with else, but what else do I use in place of else? I thought it sounded nice if nothing else.

Sometimes I think that I’m clever and witty, and sometimes I think that my words are quite pretty. Sometimes I think that my meaning is sparse, then sometimes I think I talk out of my arse.