I am not going to pretend like writing has ever been easy. There must be infinite blogs, books, and influencers all telling you their secrets to writing. It’s all for naught, at least for me. The bleaker the world gets, the harder it is to find beauty, the harder it becomes to write.
If Nothing Comes If nothing comes, remember the mundane How sacred it is, to hold a lover's hand How seeds grow at their own pace How violence happens everyday How the earth spins, and the sun rises and fall How one day, someone's last breath will be used to curse their enemies And what is death when it happens at every moment And so does life, as it continues to create new and beautiful living things Without a doubt of a new day To really feel that tomorrow will come Time will do its thing, and the pull of gravity will continue to weigh down faces, bodies, trees, fish, even corpses. If nothing comes, remember all that is holy The alchemy that is cooking A promise that is not broken Love poems no one will ever read How sweat and spit mix with anothers’ to make honey A touch that sends you to the edge of the universe If nothing comes, remember that prestige is the moment a magician reveals their magic, and every moment that someone walks in their truth, graced by the gods, revealing the beauty that lets others grow, the moment that is revealed, of true magic