A writer’s block or my block?
Is it the dark skies, light mind and heavy heart? or is it the wild thoughts running free that aren’t letting me be?
Lost within, open with everything and nothing.
Nothing.
Something inside me is telling me to write about that nothingness…
That empty but full, that everything and something; but nothing.
I feel like a kid with all the candy in the world but not able to eat it.
I feel like I have it all, I prayed for this day where I make it four digits clean and the day where it isn’t got me. I am who has IT.
So many clouds, so many thoughts, so many tabs, things and endless wishes.
That nothingness doesn’t fail to provide that sadness; I wish it could just be happiness instead.
Find yourself, Love yourself and Better yourself
muni’s thoughts 