Where are my word, my
passion for them? Is it my lack of writing that has snuffed the flame or is something else holding me back. I want to write, from the heart, be true, find answers to my ponderings as I write ...as it used to be...
Now I just feel ...lost. Bewildered in this ...lack of words.
Sure I can possibly babble on about mundane things but I don't want to. I want to be struck with inspiration, feel that
urge to write, to share... I doesn't, by any means, mean that I would usually know what I'm going to say or share but it
is a nudge telling me to just ...write. It'll be a moment i real life or passage read in book or some words or a conversation picked up online that just compels me to write...
And, it's not there.
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I miss ...my Spirit...?
