What the Hell is wrong with me? What part of my brain is broken, and how can I repair it?
I have words filling my head, sloshing around and pressing against the sides of my skull like flood waters. They press and push, yelling at me to free them, to set them down on paper and let them run. The problem is that the dam that's holding the words back only has a small, creaky hand pump attached to it. Sometimes I can pump its handle and I'll get a small flow of words, a trickle of writing. Other times, though, I pump and pump until my arms ache, but all I get is a rush of stale air and a low moan. I can feel the words, can hear them and see the patterns that they make, but my damned brain is holding them hostage.
Damn it, my brain is a fucking terrorist.
I have words filling my head, sloshing around and pressing against the sides of my skull like flood waters. They press and push, yelling at me to free them, to set them down on paper and let them run. The problem is that the dam that's holding the words back only has a small, creaky hand pump attached to it. Sometimes I can pump its handle and I'll get a small flow of words, a trickle of writing. Other times, though, I pump and pump until my arms ache, but all I get is a rush of stale air and a low moan. I can feel the words, can hear them and see the patterns that they make, but my damned brain is holding them hostage.
Damn it, my brain is a fucking terrorist.