i miss writing.

it used to be easy…

secondary to my nature,

the silent moments, whether forced

or unconsciously happening, produced

a strings of words that sings my soul.

but the days moved along and the empty hours

never did return, it carried away the ease of  inspiration.

Quarter-life and the hustling only produced empty spaces,

and the urge to spin thoughts was replaced

by the craving to sleep through sunrises.

One Comment on “i miss writing.

  1. Your meaning is portrayed beautifully. I can feel your pain of missing writing…what happens or changes to make it so difficult all of a sudden?

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