Not being in the mood to write has been killing me for the last few days. If you take peanut butter away from jelly, you end up with a soggy piece of bread. If you take books away from librarians, then they don't have jobs. If you take writing away from me, I'm practically nothing. My words aren't filling up pages like they used to. Now, I'm lucky to write half a page worth. I have never noticed how down I've been, until I started realizing I can't put my pen up to a piece of paper. My pen can't even find a will to press down above solid blue lines. I'm really surprised that I even wrote this much. I haven't wrote this much in weeks. If you take writing away from me, you might as well be killing me.
YOU ARE READING
To Feel
PoesíaJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
