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Chapter 184 - Hiatus

What should I do? What should I do?

I know everyone's waiting for me right now

This is taking up way too much time

What happened to all of that talent I boasted

Or the parts where I declared that I could never stop

Right now I'm doing exactly what I said would kill me

Taking off days, weeks and months at a time

Not exactly being able to write a clear string of words

And often binging on the absence of it entirely 

I know I've got the drive and somewhere, the focus 

It's just; now doesn't feel like the right timing

For every two stories I ate, one would swell and trickle 

Seeping out whether that be carefully paced or rushed

Though at the moment I just want to eat and eat

Keep reading stories, oneshots, fanfics, manga

Watching anime, YouTube, highlights, movies

Can't get enough input despite absorbing my environment 

Evaluating my surroundings and padding them to my mind 

Sooner or later I will be saturated and satisfied

But why is that taking so long? How do I hurry it up?

If I'm gone too long, what will happen to them

The ones I barely scraped together to call my readers

Will they lose interest and melt away to consume others?

Can't blame anyone else, because that is my exact method 

Spending time elsewhere until it's time to circle back again

I don't want people to give up on me, I just got here 

There's so much instore that I haven't had the chance to show off 

There are series planned out, epilogues and continuations 

Plots ready to fill in and take off, sidelined until I do them

Life itself takes a toll on my motivation

But no matter what, I still dream about what to say

How to showcase my excitement and dread for each story 

So that my readers feel everything as I do when looking it over

It gives me goosebumps and thrills to see what I wrote

To watch it play out before hitting that incomplete mark

Trust me I groan at the cliff hanger all the same 

And get pumped at where the story will take me next time 

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it more than others will ever know

But it pains me when I slip up and think about others

How long they've had no word from me whatsoever 

Since constant communication is a higher hurdle than I can bear

When I know just as well that others drop off for good

It makes me freeze up, unable to face my fears or the paper

Driving me down yet another detour of procrastinated potential 

Extending this hiatus even longer than it should've been...