One day has passed but I have not yet found an idea or discussion worth writing. The more I try, but all the more scattered and even farther away, as if there is no one worth writing.
I did various methods to bring in idealism to write but still did not come too. Even more pressing my head that feels increasingly depressed and increasingly lost direction.
Raindrops were still heard outside where I was, not also giving hope to be able to create a discussion that I could write for an article that was worth reading later.
I was inflamed with exhaustion of thought, I forced but still shackled to the good results I wanted to reach for an article. Stunned for a moment to see dozens of writings that continue to be created in front of me. Page after page, I read. No, it still doesn't produce a creative idea that I want to make.
My fingers keep typing letter by letter what I want to say in the emptiness that I'm experiencing right now. The number of crazy people whose lives are filled with a variety of interesting writings that are always eagerly awaited by everyone. Ah, just a dream. Can I really be a reliable writer who produces anticipated writing?
Yes, stuck in dreams and paradigms about an idea. An idea that never came to be called as much writing.
Blank or not you wrote and you know what? It was a good read. Thanks for sharing this. I hope it will be an inspiration to many.