Throwback Thursdays #8: Lost
Source: Facebook; January 16th, 2011
Identified: Sunday, January 16, 2011 at 4:46pm · Source: Facebook
As of rebirth I've found myself unable to write. The usual fluid inspiration seems to have reached its expiry. My ability to transform purest thoughts and emotion into speech seems lost to me now. It is depressing. Looking back at previous works, the current lapse in adept usage is all too apparent. The ability, lost so easily? I miss syntax and diction as toys, the joy of swaying, multitudes or just one, to daringly higher plateaus. The current flowing now ebbs; truly a horrific reality. So, this is the end until the path's revealed once more, if ever again. Time; tell.
Listening to: Novocaine For The Soul by The Eels