The infamous ‘they’ say that writers write what they know, but they don’t. Not really. They write about what they wish they could. What they still haven’t learned. What they can’t understand. What they wish they knew. If not then, then at least now. In this moment.
Writers write about hope when it’s in short supply. When they needed it most, but looked around and couldn’t find it. When they got tired of looking and decided to make it.
They say that writers write what they know, but don’t believe it.
Writers write about love in its absence. In the memory of a heart once full, now emptied. They write in an effort to find it rekindled.
They write about second chances and redemption after they’ve blown it. After they’ve lost everything. When they meet regret on a first name basis. When they have fucked-up so hard and so badly that acceptance feels untenable, that recompense seems impossible.
Failure is the architecture that built them. Writing is how they make peace with it.
They say that writers write what they know, but they don’t. Not really. Writers write because they’re haunted and the one thing that they know is how to give voice to it.
Great ghost. A note of whimsy.
I've been writing raps, songs, poems, blogs... I still don't understand why I'm doing it, but it's damn sure fun (and a convenient hobby when you find yourself stuck at a desk)