For a moment there, I lost the will to write.

How long has it been since I last wrote something proper? Each word seems to have lost its meaning now. My work has no more life.

Something's wrong. I just don't know what.

My heart is telling me to write the words out but the words just don't want to come out.

It's not moving. It's sleeping. No matter how much I try, it doesn't budge. It's lying there... In a deep slumber.


My writings... The poems that I used to write every so often have all turned to dust. The stories and characters I conjured up have grown up. Somehow, nothing seems realistic or beautiful anymore. I've lost that touch I once had.

What's going on?