When, the ink decides not to stop When, the paper decides not to run out of stock or When, the mind finally is free from being blocked
When can I go back in scribbling words?
When, the night isn't cold When, the moon isn't dull or When, the air isn't plain from sight
When can I go back in scribbling words
When, my heart finally beats When, my eyes finally blinks or When my soul finally grieves
I had a creative block earlier this month. I couldn't get by with my words lately so i'm trying to push myself even just a little bit and even just a little more every day. I'm tired of being stagnant with my craft so I really need a push. Thank you for stopping by and appreciating this piece even for a little while.