| Current mood: |  frustrated |
I really, really desperately miss the way with words I feel like I had when I was younger.
Everything flowed out of me like the pen or whatever was a direct link to my soul and now it's all so forced. My teachers might say I write well but personal writing and mandatory writing are two completely different things.
Everything is so contrived now.
My mind is not fertile and ripe with stories and ideas and properly worded thoughts; I don't hear my thoughts anymore, I see them, and it is nowhere near as easy to express visual feeling as it is to write it exactly as it is.
It's even hard explaining here, in casual English.
Something happened in my brain that just made everything about me that I felt was strong and fast and able begin to deteriorate into mush and raw, un-cultivate-able earth. The soil in my brain is weeded with cheesy metaphors and thoughtlessly worded sentences, like comparing talent to farming, for example.
I hate this. Where did I go?
I pray this is just a creative drought.
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