From My Journal | 8th of June 2011
From my journal: written on June 8, 2011 9:33pm
My public writing rhythm has stopped much to my regret and as much as I want to try and conquer the challenges that face me at work, a bigger part of me still wishes that I can just write, for a living. But I have lost all things to say. The voice again silenced and perhaps it's not that voice that should be refined or further defined right now. I just really wish I could be surrounded by a more meaningful life.
When fighting for the meaning of my existence doesn't have to be crossing somebody else's disposition and just send them packing.
There's nothing beautiful to write about these days and I am slowly starting to feel pained because it feels that I no longer know how to look at beautiful things.