There are three sides to a story and I've shied away from each lost my touch I've grown so numb to my own feelings now a new language that I'm in no way familiar with only fluent in silence
My problem is inspiration before long turns to disinterest will to a won't or a can't or a don't so I don't try
words are objective their meanings subjective so splattering words on a page like paint on a canvas or colors on the world is a step in the right direction a try
a seed that will hopefully grow into a strong poe-tree with multidimensional branches that I can climb to escape But there's no escape if I don't try.