Writing to Survive

They say you need inspiration to write Looks like they never had to write for lifeTo survive they didn't have the blood on their veins depend on their verseTo outline the whole thing they sayYou need to know where you're goingGround yourself in structure While my scenes know how they were born

I give life to many personalities as I goAn outsider might swear they are different peopleGoing back to the game, having the easy wayI feel like that would bore me to the boneAnd that's how I ended up hereAn Octopus with infinite tentacles

I live for the taste of bloodTo feel and know every second mattersAnd I feel aliveThat has brought me to my 30sNow with you besides small talk we can't go farAnd I'd rather create on my own than to stay dry

Someone recently told me about grammarI stopped giving a fuck about grammar long time agoThese are my words, my abbreviations and my senses embedded in the texture of my wordsSir Oxford doesn't get to have the final sayNeither do you

Remember how it all felt like a retreat and you couldn't breathePeople biking there and biking everywhere and backToo much certainty you saidThe kind of certainty you never hadYou never tasted it so you never craved

Many languages it led you to never understandThose who speak certainty and comfort Are they the real writers of this world Does comfort and privilege lead to legacyUnless it's misgainfully employed

They say the fashion world never changedThe pretense was always there, and not on a timeout as most of you prayedThis worldCould we model every single variable of the society If we do does it correlate with the idea that it's all a simulationMaybe I'm just a pawn of a Saturn mafia memberQuite the underdog she isMaybe she doesn't quite have the time to upgrade my luckOr maybe she just wondered how it would have been like To have lived my life on earth

I wonder how Saturn is like at this time of the yearI wonder if she's happyPerhaps she's a cyborgA robot with emotional intelligence