For three whole days, I’ve been feeling down, low, lethargic!
I’m not sure what caused this, but I remember where it started – three days ago!
I woke up and thought, ‘Meh!’ in fact I may have made the sounds to go with it.
For months I’ve been trying to write a short story, it’s in my head. I know everything about the character, but I can’t get her to speak. She’s a devious woman, don’t feel sorry for her.
I guess it set it further and deeper than before, my PhD is now HD, and I feel the pressure even more.
All I wish to do is improve upon my grammar and punctuation, the way I speak words with my voice, my pronunciation and elocution. I know my strengths, my weaknesses, my opportunities and threats! I know my friends from my foes, to the superheroes above me.
I see my pathway, my purpose and feel my heart roar inside of me.
Little did I know that I would fall in love with the pen.
Blue ink pressed on paper, with Crow as my main friend.
I feel the jagged edges of the mountain pierce my skin, I know the literary world was destined for me – the only world I fit in.
I don’t speak much about how I feel, or why I feel how I feel when I do. Because people often hurt me and I don’t want people to form part of you!
I know myself.
I hear my mind and see the clarity within my heart.
I know Creative Writing is the only writing I’ll love eternally every part.