I THOUGHT I HAD A FEAR OF THE BLANK PAGE BUT REALLY WHAT I HAD WAS RESPECT FOR POTENTIAL

- my cat is dying tomorrow and i wanted this piece to be happy and bright but my heart is breaking. that is my cat. that is my girl. ive cried all evening. a member of our family is leaving and it hurts that she wont be around anymore but its for the best. she only lives in pain, and i dont want her to hurt anymore.

to explore on another day, my fear of sharing my emotions with others. (learning to feel)

and i sit here with tears streaming down my face, and i think how ill never see her again. wouldnt it be funny if i wrote deeply emotional poetry that gets popular for its raw emotion but its all about my cat dying?

right now im stuck in an ugly cycle of doubting myself and all that i do. i have so many dreams. so many things i want to do.