Writer’s block. I am suffering writer’s block these past days. A pondering mind of mine was so slaked. Can’t even think of what I should write; either I focus on my my memoir entries? thoughts, musings, and storytelling? What about poems? What about intentions, aspirations, dreams and cupidity?
A thought of mind were fighting against what has the feels inside. Perhaps, I need to be like water for me to easily enter the tunnel of thoughts; for me to discover the the hidden prestige of a novel by Joseph Suglia, or perhaps, the lightning books by agmoye, or by fortune, able to experience by having the eye of the the foureyed poet.
I guess, by taking the mask off, maybe I can be different buddy. Maybe, I can save the falling thoughts of my personal self perfection. Can able to say the things we never say in the wise vice. Or to be lucky, let’s talk about the L word with the ugly duckling in Deanne’s world . Maybe, her world is like purples lob in recovery. Do Mr. Tookles, Susanne Leist and Asteway Gattew live in her world too? If that so, maybe they already knew Sheila Sea, John Coyote,James Fielden, Richard Ankers and David Snape and friends. That would be so exciting to be there too! Like a mama cravings for Lynz real cooking. I wasn’t there yet, but I wanted to know if when I’m back again in her world!