I was going to write a poem. Or maybe some prose. About fallen stars. I had my first line down: To find the fallen stars, do not look up, look down. Then I got stuck. So as of now I must keep that line in mind for future creative writing. I have a whole list of single lines that sound perfect in my head but can't seem to inspire anything but themselves.
So I write them down and move on.
This is me moving on.
...
But really, brain, you can do this.
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Okay, let's go...
Fallen stars.
Stop it.
Do not look up.
Brain, you gotta move on, buddy.
Look down.
You're fixating again.
Look down, not up.
I'm gunna go out on a limb here and say this is becoming an obsession.
Stars...
You have a problem.
Nope, I can't get there today.
The first step to fixing a problem is recognizing it.
But...
No! You were doing so well.
You're right.
I know.
I know you know, I'm you remember.
Now this is confusing.
I'm lost.
Is this the rational side or the irrational side.
I don't know
Get out of my head!
Dammit I AM your head.
Let's not fight.
You're right.
I know.
I know you know.
This is how our last argument began.
You're right.
I know.
Ha! You fell for it.
Reaaaal mature.
Yeah? As mature as pretending you are arguing with yourself? Cheap laughs.
Shut up.
I can't shut up, I'm your stream of consciousness.
Yeah, well I'm redirecting the stream.
I don't think it works like that.
Well I got you to stop thinking about fallen stars didn't I?
You're right.
I know.
Heh. You did it again.
Let's get past this.
After you.
Well... Whaddya wanna talk about?
I don't know.
The people are waiting.
...
They are going to want something.
...
They are expecting something enlightening.
...
Illuminating?
...
Okay, now your just being childish.
AM NOT.
ARE TOO.
AM NOT.
ARE-- enough. I am above this.
AM NOT.
ARE TOO.
Gotcha!
Dammit.
Heh. I win.
We're not getting anywhere today are we?
Nope.
Should I just give up?
Probably.
At least I tried.
You're right.
I know.
Oh, I know you know.
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