Dec 4
The blank page
There’s nothing worse than staring at a blank page without a thought in your head. I struggle with this daily, for a very long time now. Though, it’s not always a complete lack of thoughts, I guess it never is, my head isn’t empty like a rag doll. It’s more like, many of my thoughts don’t feel worth writing, and then others can’t belong to the internets. They have to stay with me, until they’re safe to declassify. It goes against everything that I meant for this place, it’s supposed to be an unflinching, honest record of me. Supposed to be, but it’s not. Everything’s so fucked.
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What happened with the list of prompts? Not feeling them?
How about writing the blank. The empty. Sounds stupid, but I think you know what I mean.