Can't write

I'm lazy about writing because I'm afraid. Can't write great stuff. Desirous of making a dent of nuclear proportion, being a snail is unacceptable I want to ginnie the castle straight outta the canvass short-circuiting the architectural rigor or the ugliness of soiled bricks. I'm chained. I never write .. cocooned within my desire for a giant step. Like a water dam held back.. rising but never flowing.

I can think expansive stuff. The realm of thought and speech is fenceless... .. the bristling inner-realm is a safer haven and the spoken words just vanish. Here I judge, self-appointed for a self-trial ... unaccountable to the core and I'm always set free...

But now I must rebel. .. tipped by you. Allow me to be not good... let me reveal my ordinariness .. Is that out of ordinary? Besides, who else is judging? Is there any point? Did I planchet out the phantom? Judge me .. let me be decorated. .. as a soldier in defiance....

I will write.. only a little .. every time.. Come what may

Thanks.