Seems I lost the writing spirit.
I really feel like writing, but somehow I can't seem to find the words.
I don't know what to write about.
I have lost the feeling of creating.
Do, you know what I mean?
Maybe because of the things that have happened in my life.
Maybe because of the three languages, that I somehow cannot keep apart when I talk.
I speak three languages at the same time. It used to be funny, but it is not anymore.
Lots of people say they understand me, but really don't know what I am talking about.
That is annoying . Somehow I just stopped talking all together.
Sure I say the normal ,"Hallo, how are you", thing. But I try to keep away from conversations.
I have learned in life it's better to listen and learn, then to talk and get hurt.
"Everything you say can be used against you."
So, true.
But, I never expected it to influence my love for writing.
Even as a child, I would write stories before I went to sleep.
The next morning I would read it and feel better.
Somehow I always seemed to write away my troubles and fears.
In the morning things did not seem half as bad anymore.
The writing Spirit gave me a sense of fulfillment, that you cannot get while talking to others.
Hummmm.
I would like to get my writing spirit back.
I used to write music, lots of songs. I can play them very well on my guitar.
I sing occasionally, for others as well. It is fun.
But the song writing seems to have gone as well.
Normally someone would give me a title, a word or just a topic.
Within 15 minutes, I would give you the lyric.
Within one day I could give you the melody for the new song.
Well, whatever the case, I made it this far.
Maybe next time I will write a little longer.
I really feel like writing, but somehow I can't seem to find the words.
I don't know what to write about.
I have lost the feeling of creating.
Do, you know what I mean?
Maybe because of the things that have happened in my life.
Maybe because of the three languages, that I somehow cannot keep apart when I talk.
I speak three languages at the same time. It used to be funny, but it is not anymore.
Lots of people say they understand me, but really don't know what I am talking about.
That is annoying . Somehow I just stopped talking all together.
Sure I say the normal ,"Hallo, how are you", thing. But I try to keep away from conversations.
I have learned in life it's better to listen and learn, then to talk and get hurt.
"Everything you say can be used against you."
So, true.
But, I never expected it to influence my love for writing.
Even as a child, I would write stories before I went to sleep.
The next morning I would read it and feel better.
Somehow I always seemed to write away my troubles and fears.
In the morning things did not seem half as bad anymore.
The writing Spirit gave me a sense of fulfillment, that you cannot get while talking to others.
Hummmm.
I would like to get my writing spirit back.
I used to write music, lots of songs. I can play them very well on my guitar.
I sing occasionally, for others as well. It is fun.
But the song writing seems to have gone as well.
Normally someone would give me a title, a word or just a topic.
Within 15 minutes, I would give you the lyric.
Within one day I could give you the melody for the new song.
Well, whatever the case, I made it this far.
Maybe next time I will write a little longer.
What about you? Have you still got the writing Spirit?
Published by JL
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