“Ready to begin what I needed to begin”

This one by Jeffery Martin is a hell of a thing. It’s been on a playlist for a book that I have yet to write. I’ve been thinking about the story for two years and haven’t done a thing. But I haven’t stopped thinking about it. That means something, doesn’t it? I should do that fucking thing.

“Now there’s blood in my eyes from all this trying to see
I am deeper in then when I first came
And I have traded my gold for a pen and some ink
And I am trying hard to write my name”