In the past... I was an avid writer... I had amazing ideas, flowing words, and an amazing amount of passion for writing....
Yet, years passed, and things have changed.... The words and thoughts remained, but somehow, when I got to write it on paper, I froze.... Maybe it was because of the fear that what I'll write will actually mean something to somebody otherwise then me, maybe it was the fear of revealing a bit more of myself that I actually planned to.... Maybe it was simply the lack of time... Or the severe stress caused by a thesis and starting a new job... Or maybe it simply was the over-crowding of ideas....
No what matter the reason might have been, in my mind, there was a desert.... A dry dessert that eagerly awaits for the first drop of rain with the same enthusiasm that a child awaits her dad to come back home... I was alive, but dead.... Since writing is what keeps a writer's soul alive... No writer can you tell you the reason, but it's there.....
But.... If you don't have the courage to listen to this call, you'll simply feel a deep frustration and jealousy at any piece of writing that you encounter... You freeze... and you do not really know why.... It's as if you have nothing to say, and yet, the second you move away from the paper and you'll be riding on a bus, or walking in the rain... The words suddenly spring across your mind, they fill your soul, until you cannot control the urge to grab a paper....And when you do...
Silence fills your mind....
A deep soulful silence that seems to be mocking you with it's stillness.... That seems calming, yet in reality only helps to increase the guilt for not being able to write longer than two sentences....
Today, I am attempting to resolve this....
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