The unthinkable has occurred,
Ive woke up not wanting to post a word!
It's not writer's block, I've plenty to say,
I just cant be bothered to write today.
Plenty of half finished ideas in my notes,
I just can't be arsed to look through what I've wrote.
So maybe I'll leave it with this little ditty,
To return in a few hours when I might give a shitty.
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"I am a writer," I told myself. And people actually believe.
Is it too late. Have I been forgotten. In a month's time After all I had gotten. Am I not remembered. Does no one care. Have I lost my touch. Am I just no longer there.
I know it's time to sleep. My body is tired and broken. My eyes want to close and rest. My brain, quite literally, has other ideas.
Cup of cold coffee,. Spilt on the floor,. 2010's calendar,. Taped to the door,. Sheets of scrap paper,. All cover the table,. Damp, yellow post-it notes,. Double as labels,. Boxes of ready meals,.
The desk sits there in the room Untouched Bits of cardboard and plastic surround the desk from when it was unwrapped The writer enters the room This makes the seventh time in the past hour The...
πππ Best saved mate, no point in trying to get something down if your hearts not in it. π You know it'll come, and you know we'll all be here to read it too βββ
Cheers @leelee101 π .. Working on a cheesy rock anthem πΈ .. Can't put my finger on current mood though.. Groundhog Day sums it up, after my alternate welcome I've jaundiced my eyes π. I feel an urge to be mischievous
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