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.
I wonder how the heart knows what to feel. where does it draw emotions from? where does it find what I suffer from? I am sad to the core. Because of wasted time, of the shortcuts I have taken, that brought me to where I want to be but have driven me to be lost. Quarter-life crisis. Is this it?