Drink. Forget. Repeat.

What if I forget to "repeat"?

My problem:

I seem to think that everything in this world can be summed up in a single sentence; a single idea.

You know as well as I do that this is not the case. Yet, I still try.

I'm starting to think that that's what a writer is for. A writer's job is to attempt the impossible.

In attempting the impossible, essentially all a writer truly does is poetically capture a moment in time.

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 Footnote:
n.

1. A note placed at the bottom of a page of a book or manuscript that comments on or cites a reference for a designated part of the text.

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I suppose I could just skip through the pain and anguish and take a goddamn picture.

My scribblings, my unintelligible rants, my drunken words, act as my disorganized filing cabinet. I hope, one day, I'll be able to sort through these words and retrieve something of use. As of now they're all insignificant consonants and vowels.

What do I hope to learn? What am I trying to accomplish? What's the point?

Sadly, that's for the reader to decide. My opinion does not matter here.

Please, tell me: what was I going for?

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Your words made me think of something that was said to me long ago, "Neva, you think the answer to everything is in a book". I have found that poetry and music are personal. They mean one thing to the writer and one thing to the reader. I have had many tell me to explain my poems in a note. I refuse to do so as I think this would be stealing from the thrill of allowing someone else to use their imagination.