Do you ever feel like writing – like, really blowing something out of the water – but your mind is so muddled. So clouded.
That you can’t.
For the life of you.
Figure out what it is you wanna say. Or what it is that’s worth saying.
Well, hang on to your hats. Because that’s me this time ‘round.
I know I’m almost always obscure. Abstract. But in general, I mostly have an idea when I start a post, of how I want it to read. What point I want to smear across that foreboding blank page. What it is I want to say. What it is that’s worth saying.
But not today.
No, today, I come to you with open arms and a murky mind. And I ask you – What do you think I should say? What do you wanna hear? And what would make it all worthwhile?
Hard questions, I know. And more than likely, impossible to answer.
So, stuck here, am I. With a desire. A desire that cannot be fulfilled. Because I am failing to pinpoint the words, the meaning, or the value that I need to convey my purpose.
Heartbreaking, isn’t?
Sometimes, I think it would be nice to simply curl up on a grassy knoll. Under a rainbow, or maybe the stars. And let it all come to me. Because it seems the more I try to chase it, the further away it gets.
Hazy Shades of Me 
I liked it, but feel your frustration Hazy.
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I know you will find your pot of gold under the rainbow.
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When I’m in this mood I write spontaneously and ask myself questions like, ‘what’s wrong?’ then answer ‘I don’t know’ then something like ‘what are you thinking about?’ then an answer. This can go on for an hour, but believe me it eventually drills down to the core and it works! Sit back, relax and try it 😀
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