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.
Un-poetic.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Posted by Erin at 11:48 PM
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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!
I haven't written anything in over a month. And that, to me, hurts.
I still love ya. Always will.
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