why is it hardest to write with a purpose?

seems like all creatives deal with this issue.

so much so we’ve named it writer’s block.

i’ve been internalizing said block recently.

i call it meeting my shadow.

so many parts of this self,

and one of them is a writer.

but that writer is my shadow.

it does not write in the light.

it hides in the dark with its emotions,

scribbling them in moments of torture.

it’s been hard incorporating that person

into the copywriter.

the corporate nine to six, the sun is up and shinning, you must be a person, person.

the sun chooses but the shadow does not.

it creeps in the background.

i’m so tired of hiding behind my sun.

it shines so brightly, so overbearing.

it’s hard to pay attention to the dark

when i gleam in your presence.

but like the moon,

my shadow follows its sun.

a dance of forever,

intertwined in fate,

and although you may not see it as clearly,

the moon influences the sun.

such is to be a writer.

to recognize a balance of these selves.

that self which writes and that which chooses to.

both an expression of being,

a writer,

i am merely a facet of this multiverse,

paralleled into this moment,

to explain to you why it’s so hard to write

with purpose.