(from Innocence Decays)

Its funny how the thoughts that are in your head are completely pure until you decide to write them down? More often than not I find myself becoming increasingly frustrated with what I put down on paper, when in my head everything is well ordered and concise and has proper meaning. It's as if the act of writing contaminates the thoughts as they spill out onto the paper, or something within the pen itself somehow taints things. Perhaps everything is so eager to get out that in the mad rush odd bits get lost or jumbled up or find themselves in a different place to what is expected of them