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 Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 12:10 pm
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Yeah. I don't even know what to call this.
I'm staring into nothingness again. Blank paper, blank screen...blank brain. I have nothing. My creativity seems to have left me.
Writing, I hate you.
But when something comes...some small, seemingly insignificant thing, and that page is no longer blank...my soul is free. I find myself. I have a way to express myself in ways I never though possible.
Writing, I love you.
I will never master this page. Everything I do is not right. Everything I do sucks. An idea, a concept, has beaten me.
Writing, I hate you. Becuase I will never master you.
And yet, these words flowing onto the paper are my life. Without this release, without this pen moving across the page, I am nothing.
Writing, I love you. Becuase you are me.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:09 pm
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 5:16 pm
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 7:18 pm
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