Can't write anymore, I've lost the knack (if I had any) and the pleasure I used to derive from it.
There were streams of thoughts that once flowed through my mind. I'd close my eye and watch the fleeting, flickering thoughts generated in the cranium. Sometimes I'd reminisce and go back in time and feel the joys and pain and write about them.
Now I'm consumed in the parochial anxieties of the day, everything's work and everything need to be done.
When I do have time for myself, I'm either listless or very sleepy. I've lost myself.... and I'm sleepy again. Sigh!
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