In a desperate search to find that writer and photographer that I once had in me.
Writer's block for 3 months.
Nothing comes to mind.
Lost the sense of creativeness that ignited my fingers to type from words to sentences that turned into paragraphs and those paragraphs became a short story of the day.
Trying to regain it...for the past 3 months now.
Thought of a story not too long ago, about the mass drug related murders going on "next door".
But misdirected that story with too much thought...it broke what was supposed to come naturally.
"Through the worry, worry, worry,
caught in an endless maze,
when the lights go out,
all I can think about
is how we've seen...
better days."
-A. Lee
