Over and Over Again

My writing is like a ferris wheel. Seeing the same scene, over and over again. As you enter the ride you become anxious and excited. Looking forward to the scenery, the people and the movement that you will be observing around you. Just like my writing, excited to start, having fresh ideas in my mind. Over and over again. You reach the peak of the ride, the very top, noticing all of the movement and nature around you, seeing it from this view for the first time. As I reach the peak in my writing, the story becomes exciting, my ideas are forming together, creating a new story. But as the ride circles for the second, third, and fourth time, it starts to bore you. Everything has already been seen, you are viewing the world from the same spot continually. Just like in my writing, as I re-read my story for the second, third, and fourth time, it feels dull, I start to run out of ideas to make it more interesting, just staring at the words not even sure if they are making sense anymore. Over and over again. Watching the curser blink, over and over again.

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