I am just a messenger

Sometimes when I look at something that I have written, I can't believe I thought of these words.

These words, they just come to me. I have to put pen on paper and give it form. I feel like a messenger at times. The universe or some cosmic force whispering to me.

Sometimes these words don't feel like mine. I never thought of them. I don't hold them in my head. It is fleeting. It appears out of nowhere. There is a small window, where I try to capture them.

When someone asks me how do you write. I don't have an answer. I just have to.

You cannot force these words. You cannot make it come to you at will. The force choses it moments. It choses people. And I am just a messenger.

"when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was."

• Charles Bukowski