Once again, feel like abandoning this space.
My words have left me, or perhaps I let them free. In a protest for my mind to be quiet.
But I know it is all wishful thinking.
Been trying to write more but in my sadness, I get so introspective and shield myself from inspiration. So I get stuck, subconsciously voluntarily, and then the cycle repeats.
I always have my imagination though. And in this little headspace of mine, I am free. Always free.
Being alone through a process is tiring. But vulnerability is what I want, for this. And I can only hope it will pay off in the end. x