Day: September 10, 2016

Mad

There are times when I feel like I want to pour my hearts out into words, but I can hardly do so. Sometimes, thoughts go by so fast, I didn’t have enough time to translate them into words. I can’t quite find the right words. I keep it all in my head. The writer’s block is so real, and just like unrequited love; the more you try to resist it, the more it happens. I try too hard to make something out of the obscure nothingness. I always do. I am afraid to speak. And there is really nothing worth saying sometimes. I have forgotten how to feel. I made myself not feel. What is the point of feeling so much and what does it bring me when I confront my feelings? Again, nothing. There is no passion and I do not long for anything. I fill the voids and pockets of time seeking excitement in life, to find meaning in nothing, to seek comfort in the unfathomable vacuum I have put myself in. Because I …