My pen

I’ve lost the desire and or ability to write.  Every time my pen touches paper the ink dries up.  The thoughts that I want to take from the air to something concrete evaporate, leaving not even a dusty trail.  I have vicariously tried to write through your words but that brief moment from reading to writing disappears as soon as I digest your epistle.

Physically I am here, my creativity is not.

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About livedinitaly

Love food and traveling. Breaking out of this introvert shell by expressing my thoughts, experiences and feelings.
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3 Responses to My pen

  1. Leslie Meeks says:

    I know this all too well my friend.

  2. You are mistaken Sir. This heartbreakingly describes your feelings beautifully, so nothing is lost. When the light of inspiration strikes, the words will flow freely. I know I, for one, can’t wait! 💋

  3. Rita says:

    ❤❤ it is only resting well

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