Writing
I’m not sure what I’m writing about but it’s okay because as I type, I speak through my mind and into a piece of paper or my notes.
I love how I can have no clue about what I’m writing but I love finishing a essay or poem or whatever this is,
And seeing that I don’t have to lie about anything because it’s just there in plain sight after minutes of typing, writing, etc is so beautiful,
I wish life were as easy and simple as this but it’s not because life isn’t like typing or writing.
You can’t just pause and stop life for a second or a minute or even a day to figure things out, you have to act fast and be smart about it.
You need to make the right decision right there and then.
The difference with writing is that you are able to pause and re-read your work and fix it.
In real life you can’t always do that,
Especially if it was meant to be done right then and there.
You can’t expect life to be perfect and neither can you a poem.
Nothing in life will always be perfect and that’s okay.
Nothing in general is perfect.
You aren’t either.
You have to make the best of what you have got.
Yes, you can write your story in your own ways but is it the truth?
Are you over-exaggerating it to seem like someone you know that deep down you aren’t?
Or do you just want validation from people? I’m not sure what I’ve been ranting about but I’m glad I’ve been typing because time has passed,
I have distracted myself from all the thoughts running through my head and I have poured my soul into this iPad.
Good night.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2026
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