The Writers Journal

I think i saw it, right in front of me. What did I see? What we are all searching for, perfection. Then as quick as it came it was gone. Just another balled up wad of paper on my floor. Can you imagine just having the perfect image in your mind, then it's gone. Gone. Oh, I searched so long for it, but i can never catch it when i find it. I don't know how long I can keep up this everlasting chase.
Everyone thinks my life is easy. Just sitting around making up stories. But it can drive you mad. You get lost in your own mind. Then when you find an answer, you wake up the next day with a new mental block clogging your thoughts.
I have created so many writings that it is all i can think about now. I can be totally absorbed in a piece no matter what I am doing. It is hard being a creator because everything you make relies on you. Will you nurture your thoughts into a beautiful world, or destroy everything you worked for.