i'm stuck in the land of writer's block
you--fate's; must you mock?
i'm a writer, so pain i know..
this, though; it's worse than hollow
and pain like this i just can't bear
leaving me blank with just an empty stare.
hello out there...
can i get back in touch?
the creativity, the art, the freedom; i miss you so much.
left like this
how can i let it go?
let these words just magically flow..
i never ever knew, that feeling so void
could also leave you feeling too full
trying not to feel to destroyed
i'll just sit here and muse on my old wooden stool..
about an alernate plane where i can't write.
