Delete, Delete, Delete

Delete, Delete, Delete

I will always second-guess myself. Not really thinking as I write and then... BAM, I decide to cut everything that I've written and start again from scratch. It takes its toll on my mind, but then again, when has my mind ever been at peace? I like to think that beautiful things happen. But then, I press delete. I delete because I'm scared, I delete because I'm ashamed, I delete because I care too much about what people think I'm trying to say when actually, it makes very little difference to the grand scheme of things. And so, I vow never to delete any piece of poetry again. It may not be finished or published, or even good, but I shall not delete, because those are the true thoughts of my mind. And I like to think my mind is a beautiful place.

-Bean