I seem to have lost my creativity lately. At least for writing, in particular. I am not sure how or why it went, but it has been gone.
I get ideas. Seeds as I like to think of them. But I quickly lose them. There is no energy to plant them. And they, I suppose, get carried away on the wind.
And I get left with a little twinge of guilt for wasting the seeds the universe has sent me.
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I get ideas. Seeds as I like to think of them. But I quickly lose them. There is no energy to plant them. And they, I suppose, get carried away on the wind.
And I get left with a little twinge of guilt for wasting the seeds the universe has sent me.