I've got a heck load of fiction ideas that either don't come together into a nicely wrapped one-shot or are just little scenes that don't have substance to them. They always come together like little excerpts of a video, I guess. Nice to watch, but ultimately meaningless due to its briefness and lack of depth. I guess this is one of the problems with having a really vivid imagination without the creativity to back it up?

Like these few scenes that keep recurring in my mind:

• "I love you, but I don't love your body."
• Sweat drips down my neck, and my heart is pulsating within your hands. You're crushing it with your fingers; blood and love is oozing from between the cracks of your knuckles and I can see it trickle down your forearms and drip down, drop by drop, off of your elbow.
• Lead is starting to settle into my bones, it's slowly taking over my body; I can't move. I'm immobile in a mobile world.
• I'm floating free, weightless but grounded by my earthly body. Am I real?

I'm so angry.

Write yourselves dammit.