/lit/ - Literature

>>14318039
you lack a muse

i told myself, never again.
i dab the tears from my eyes before chucking my scarlet's letter into the rubble of tear soaked tissues and crusty man juice wads. in my younger days, i would have arched my arms and shouted kobe before making the shot. i no longer entertain such juvenile fantasies.

the neon clock tells me its 2 in the morning. but i dont want to go to sleep. waking up in the morning will force me to put my convictions to the test, and my past record of breaking vows means it will become just another infraction in my logbook of my shortcomings. the tower of my failures casts a long, oppressive shadow.
but ive shed enough tears and baby batter to her. i must rationalize my way to success. the lonely ceiling offers no guidance.
>is the pain of constipation worth the rejoice of an overdue shit?
no, it isnt. why cant i have joy without the suffering?
>but can there be highs without a low? is the world not a contradictory realm of yin yang elements?
>would a rose be as pretty without its thorns?
perhaps not.
perhaps, there can be no success without trial. there is no hero without a dragon. there can be no luscious paddies of rice without the backbreaking planting of seeds.

>what would a butterfly be if it never developed its wings into a glorious orgy of colors?
pulling my blanket over my head, i mutter:
>a godamn buttercunt