I am no longer the same.
I no longer write I don’t know why. I keep them in my head and afraid to share. When I put down some words they no longer seem connected. I remember how I could just pour out my feelings and thoughts onto a piece of paper and feel relieved. Is it some kind of brain muscle that I have deteriorated? It certainly makes me feel mentally constipated.
Or is it because I have become more heartless? I would read about some disaster here and there and wouldn’t think much. Maybe I have reached that age of desensitization: to know just enough to accept the unacceptable as norms. I try to write a poem: it sounds as interesting as some ear wax. Who in the world is going to read that?
Without anything more entertaining to offer, here I am bullpooping for no inherent purposes. Because I miss my readers, and I miss that one time when I could be so much more passionate and interesting.
“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?” - E.D.
I feel you, bro! Some time I work with melodies to give me a different vibe and approach to write. I haven't been able to complete anything since July because school takes up most of my time now.
ReplyDeleteI think the best way to deal with this is just to sit down and push yourself, set a deadline and commit your time to writing. I usually plan this ahead when I know I have a break coming.
Just remember your feelings when words come easy and also when words come hard. And there's nothing wrong with either, man. Gotta find a way to keep moving forward ;)