Where has all the words gone? I am at a standstill, watching everybody else pass me by. I have lost my words and stories. All that is left is speechlessness. Silence. I feel like I lost my best friend.
I used to mean so much about everything. I had so much to say. Things weighing heavy on my hart. Oh, how I miss that weight! Words tumbling over each other to get out my mouth, out of my mind, out of my pen or on to my keyboard. And my imagination created stories and dreams for my mind to play with, and find rest in. Where can I play now? Have my dreams left me to seek a mind of colour and imagination. A person alive with that sense of playfulness and passion that I miss?
I wonder if I have grown too old for my escapism, for fantasy. Maybe the seriousness of the world finally has weighed me down and made me just one more person in a world of persons and few individuals. If my hart is not in it, were has it gone?
My mind is numb and the music is silent. I strike a key on my piano and no music comes out. I lift my pen over my notebook and it just bleeds to death on the paper. No words. No ideas. No passion. No colour. I am grey and dead as rock.
Paper covers rock.
4 comments:
go to some park in the city and walk (or dance) barefoot on the grass. that will make you feel something, or hopefully a lot. if you decide to take my word for it though. we can do it together. I hope it rains.
...oh, the grass should be cold now, that's even better.
I would'nt mind the rain...
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