*cries* reading this over i realise its kind angsty D: how did that happen? it started as me just having a rant about writers block which i transformed into iggys inability to express his emotions properly ._. so yeah, sorry about that. i had fruk in mind while writing, but i think any england based pairing can be used *looks over at usuk-ers*
One Day
Inspiration is such a wonderful, terrible thing. You find yourself brimming with beauty, your soul crying to see the words written down; only for it to be snatched away in the same instance. Or perhaps you retain your muse but have no way of expressing it, until you feel you shall explode with the sheer feeling and-
You've often said how very passionless I am. You're wrong. I have too much passion, a storm of emotion beating against the walls of my heart, wearing me down until likely I will crumble. My mind can never rest, the barrage of emotions wishing to be seen, to be acknowledged, to be heard. It's like trying to catch a bird with no net. The inevitable failure, but still you run if only to grasp just one of those feathers.
I often feel like a caged bird, and I have no one but myself to blame. I'm the one who locked themselves in here; the key left on the other side and no hope of escape. And so I stay, writhing from these feelings with no outlet.
One day I will be able to tell you, show you, everything. One day I will start at the beginning and not forget how I had once planned to end, loosing myself somewhere in the middle. On that day I will finish all that I started; write endings for stories, bring chapters to a close and finally finally will I live with no regrets.
And yet I know this day shall not come.
It is too much for this small body to contain, strong and passionate hurricanes forced into a hopeless breeze. They swallow me up, screaming for a way out that I know I will not, can not, provide.
One day I know it shall become too much and I can only hope on that day I will be alone. There is too much that covets an escape and I fear an unnatural exit will end in destruction. One day you will all watch as wailing winds and drowning waters consume me until finally I will be left passionless, merely an empty vessel left to watch and wonder through broken and void eyes.
Even now I can not tell you everything I wish to say, write for you every word that needs to be said; poems of everything I feel and sonnets of what my heart sings for you.
One day you will see me screaming through the bars of this self made prison. One day you will realise you hold the key, that if only you ask of it I may be liberated and all I wish and hope and need to say will be free; content simply to be expressed. On that day the stirring torrent will be ebbed and I will be granted peace.
And so I wait, peering out through the darkness and hoping that perhaps one day, will be today.
nuuu i almost feel i should do a follow up one to make it all happy and fluffy just how i like it!i dont care much for angst without happy endings...so im not sure how this came about -starts to question own sanity-
i know it looks one-sided but i swear its not meant to be! maybe if you want you can message me/review if you want a sequal and the most popular pairing thats asked for will be the one i make it? D:
oh well, i hope you didnt hate it too much im aware it isnt great [and GAH whats with me and short stories at the moment?] D:
thank you~