Trying to find the motivation that runs when I need it. I start by thinking, then feeling. In those emotions I find the most ridiculous words and phrases put together. I can't get myself to write them anywhere else. I'm stuck, hiding and wishing for freedom.
Does this happen to others? The authors whom write so often their fingers cramp. Those who's minds strike up ideas like no other. I loved being like that, when having the will to write was on my own accord.
For me it hasn't been the same. I want and yearn to be able to write something people will like. That I can proudly say is my hard work. I've had things like that, a few stories I still look back to and wonder where that inspiration and motivation came from. Where it went to.
I write while my mind is somewhere else. In a deep, dark and consuming place that eats at my attempts of trying hard. A place that laughs at my best attempts and is disturb when I don't even try.
Where does one go from here?
After denying such emotions, I feel empty and confused. Can't look to those around me, in fear of being labelled. Now I use this as an outlit, a place to escape and hide, in hopes that maybe I can at least be the me inside.
This story may not be great, and it's a part of me incomplete and needing work, but I will at least try to find something I can rely on without the worry.
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Fantasy World
Fantasy"If a heart is put out in the world the mind created, what would happen to it? This is not a story for most. It will confuse some, even make them turn away. But if you continue to read, then do it in peace. Because a magical kindom awaits, for your...
