Tireito

I feel like writing but then again I don’t have anything to say

Words thud and pound in my heart but they just won’t come out.Maybe I should write about writing. But then, what is there to write about writing?

The fact that one day you wake up and you don’t feel like penning down anything because everyone else is callous?

Or that writing is not entirely therapeutic as y’all put it?

Or that sometimes what you want to write seems so feral that it could burn down your world?

Or better yet, that what you want to write would make Tolkien turn in his grave?I want to write but what keeps popping up in my mind is, ‘two fluffy pancakes’ .

First, I don’t like pancakes, especially fluffy ones.

Second, If I were to eat pancakes I definitely wouldn’t eat two. Say three or four… okay I’m kidding.

Third, I don’t know why two fluffy pancakes popped up. Well, atleast it’s an even numberI guess I just like how ‘two fluffy pancakes’ sounds. Talking of which, I realized many years ago( okay, I’m lying. It’s not many years ago) that there are words that I like just because of how they sound ‘Fiddler on the roof’ excites me in a weird way which makes me wonder if y’all have random words that you like. ‘Fit as a fiddle’ is another one. It’s ironical because I’m nowhere near fit. Don’t even get me started on fitness….I used to love how ‘y fronts’ sounds but well, a writer ought to leave insides inside and y fronts being an insider shouldn’t be included in something public like this piece of messy writing. But well, oops! I included it

Now back to writing, where was I? Writing about writing or just writing another piece(For the Tolkiens; There’s erroneous between ‘another’ and ‘piece’). Well writing should really be something…hell! There goes two fluffy pancakes! Again!

Dear diary today I have nothing to say because ‘two fluffy pancakes’ keeps popping up.Maybe I should get two fluffy pancakes and see how it goes on the morrow. But just so you know, I really wanted to write today : (

Ps: A writer ought not to leave insides inside. Let them out!

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