Sometimes I just feel the need to write, the need to let it all out, the need for my pen to translate my deepest thoughts into meaningful words.
But sometimes, my head is so full that my pen finds it difficult to put small words of everyday on such big thoughts, all the words in the dictionary don't really seem to fit.
In times like those I feel so vulnerable and exposed, I feel totally lost. My thoughts are consuming me and I have no way to appease my hurting mind. My heart feels heavy with all the emotions battling to escape into that virgin, white empty paper.
This is the disease writers suffer from, this is what a writer's block feels like.
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Poetrybecause every one of us is a beautiful piece of art and i believe that i, myself, am a rare masterpiece. This work is placed under copyright. Highest ranking until now #45 in Poetry
