I walk there. It does not matter. I walk away, a scene follows. Temporary but permanent, a fleeting moment can turn solid. Horror insures. I can be lost at whim, but only I can choose to be found. The decision lays with me, but I tremble under the weight.
A point I see quite regularly when people converse about writing, or art in general, is the general belief that if something does not yield results straight away or even after a while it still doesn’t, it is better to leave it than continue to pursue it. Many individuals are troubled by the idea that if their work is not publicised on a large scale instantly, their work is of poor quality and therefore must abandon it.
I’ve thought about this quite often when creating different works of literature, and I believe it is extremely important. However, this point should not only remain focused towards creating literature but for any work of art. When considering the creation of the piece and its various complexities included inside, it is extremely pivotal to ask yourself;