“when I was younger so much younger than today, I never needed anybody’s help in any way.. but now these days are gone and I'm not so self assured...”
Help! By The Beatles
Help! By The Beatles
One thing that may be my downfall, is my reliance on the false notion of inspiration. I hover about in the causeway between mediocre writing (and art) and good writing (and art).
The reason?
I’m waiting for a great idea. I want something to fall out of the sky and inspire me to write something good.
Lately, however, I’ve been realising that I think too much and put very little into action. Thus, my thoughts become a muddle of contradictions and actions become harder to take.
I used to be able to write poetry, and now it feels as if there is nothing left.
Have my brain cells left the building?
Have my brain cells left the building?
Was it just a phase I was going through?
Is rhyme with no reason a good start or a dead end?
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