there were many times over the past months that i wanted to write but i couldn't, because there was only one thing i wanted to write about, and it's the one thing i can't write about. if i seem to speak in circles it is because my mind is awhirl. times like this there is really nothing for it but to write and hope that eureka would come with exhaustion.
usually when i write enough without thinking i would come upon a point sooner or later, just like how something solid but unintentional would often appear when i doodle. but today it seems there is none forthcoming. no stumbling upon a solution i had overlooked or another way of thinking.
even words fail me. not because i have none but because they are too many, too honest, too real. and there will be no turning back when they find their way here.
usually when i write enough without thinking i would come upon a point sooner or later, just like how something solid but unintentional would often appear when i doodle. but today it seems there is none forthcoming. no stumbling upon a solution i had overlooked or another way of thinking.
even words fail me. not because i have none but because they are too many, too honest, too real. and there will be no turning back when they find their way here.
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