From the fodder: A random collection of thoughts plaguing me these days.
I have so much to say, but I don't have the means to say it. My gift of words is slowly leaving me, thanks to this institution.
I don't know what to say anymore. I don't know what to feel. I've been stagnant for too long.
I think that the reason I can't write properly is that I am not allowed to say what I truly wanted. And that takes a toll on me.
Words are my only way, but it's slowly fading away.
Yes, it's all about me not being able to write a decent prose anymore. And it's eating me. What could be the reason? Any advice?
I have so much to say, but I don't have the means to say it. My gift of words is slowly leaving me, thanks to this institution.
I don't know what to say anymore. I don't know what to feel. I've been stagnant for too long.
I think that the reason I can't write properly is that I am not allowed to say what I truly wanted. And that takes a toll on me.
Words are my only way, but it's slowly fading away.
Yes, it's all about me not being able to write a decent prose anymore. And it's eating me. What could be the reason? Any advice?
0 comments:
Post a Comment