I feel like I should write something. Something meaningful. Something story-like. But the lights are on now, and the wonderful thoughts I had, one itching to be expressed, vanished with the gloom of the shade and shadow.
Now I write aimlessly, no purpose or destination, because I can’t remember. Because my ideas have gone, so I write and write and write, searching for that one idea. That one idea I clasped to in the darkness, that one idea that filled me with happiness, that one idea I planned the whole story line to, that-....
That one idea that is gone.
So, I begin again, when the dark is here, where I feel comforted and blanketed, and there, I can write again.
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Deep in the Heart
PoetryJust a few collections of poems I've written. All lot of them are based on the control that society has over us and also on fairy tales. Please review! ♥
