Naive, bland, unflavored, uninteresting, nonliterary, lack of texture and flow...at times I go on and on trying to find words for my writing style. Yes, I am severely dissatisfied with words that come out of the movements on my keyboard.
There is this girl I know who writes beautiful. At times I do see flaws waving hands from her writing, flaws that are so interesting that instead of making the reader angry, take him or her to a world of brilliant stories.
But right now, at this very moment I am angry at the lack of words and it fills my head with despair and hopelessness. An then I wonder what would that girl do in moments like these? Would she have moments like these in the first place?
I want to access all areas of my head and heart to find something I can be proud of. All areas that are yet untouched and untrodden, waiting to be accessed, decoded and transformed into something great.
Thanks a lot for reading about a war you had nothing to do with. Thanks a lot for visiting my blog. Dear readers, I want to do better.
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There is this girl I know who writes beautiful. At times I do see flaws waving hands from her writing, flaws that are so interesting that instead of making the reader angry, take him or her to a world of brilliant stories.
But right now, at this very moment I am angry at the lack of words and it fills my head with despair and hopelessness. An then I wonder what would that girl do in moments like these? Would she have moments like these in the first place?
I want to access all areas of my head and heart to find something I can be proud of. All areas that are yet untouched and untrodden, waiting to be accessed, decoded and transformed into something great.
Thanks a lot for reading about a war you had nothing to do with. Thanks a lot for visiting my blog. Dear readers, I want to do better.
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