“I wanted to write, I held my pen up but I dropped it…”
I really want to share what’s in my head right now, there are lots of stuff inside it which are waiting for their time of release, but how?
It’s past three in the afternoon, still, I can’t find the words to start this entry. It’s as if every little thought inside my head, with all its might, is trying to escape first than the other pulling others down which makes my head more cluttered.
Maybe this is what others call ‘writer’s block’.