*slips in earphones, taps taps on my phone, choosing one song to be played again and again*
There's just too much that time cannot erase
My fingers are itching. They're always hovering over the keyboard, waiting for my mind to give a command. Or for my mind to come up with a plot. Idea. Inspiration. Anything.
And duh, I'm posting nearly every weekday. But I need a story to write. My creative juice is all dried up ever since the bigkabaamiwishicancastrateyou event. I've tried. I managed few paragraphs and either I get a mental block.
*imagines a wall*
Or I just go meh and think its not worth it. No potential. Bah. I got a folder on my lappie full of stories that fall under those two.
*sighs and turns on the volume*
You cry and I wipe away all of your tears,
You scream and I fight all of your fears,
I held your hand through all of these years.
Inspiration time baby. *listens to song over and over*