Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Captive

Writing is -
a caged animal
born in captivity
pacing
waiting
for the right time
to break free.
- Ms. Graveyard Dirt, '97

Sometimes the need to write SOMETHING, just ANYTHING, gets so fucking intense that it completely incapacitates you, and you can't do anything but feel like a part of your soul is caged and barely restrained behind iron bars.

And even though you feel lost and aimless, you also feel agitated and manic, and all you can think about is how writing isn't that much different from that tiger in the zoo that you wrote about years ago, and how the relentless panting on the other side of the glass isn't that much different from the suspended, anxious feeling in your gut, and how the determined pacing on the other side of the glass is really just a reflection of the restlessness of waiting for something that's inevitable, but not yet tangible.