Pelgris

I have this overwhelming need to write and this complete inability to say anything real.  To say what I want to, but not what I want to.  It’s these hopes.  They plague me as much as anything I’ve done. This desire for the possible instead the achievable. But my mind rails against that thought, mediocrity lays in the achievable. Achieve the possible, reach for the extraordinary.  Or maybe that’s just me hiding. The heart wants who the heart wants, I can no more give up on her than I can will myself to stop breathing.