Thursday, October 28, 2010

God I wish I still wrote poetry.

It's been so long that I no longer have any confidence in my words. I've become so.. banal, so drab - the tedium of life, "real" life, has worn away my creativity. I have no edges. Everything about me has become round, soft, boring.



  1. I would like to give you that speech about how the creativity never dies and the poetry is still inside you, but I know exactly how you feel, and until I can convince myself of that line of b.s. I refuse to share it with anyone else!

  2. I haven't written anything in over a month. And that, to me, hurts.

    I still love ya. Always will.