as of late, i've found my self to be more creativly dead than ever before. the words no longer flow, ideas feel stagnat, nothing clicks for me. i spent six weeks in a far off places, planning on writing for ages upon my return home. i am in a funk; a journal entry from a few weeks back says it all: i feel creatively dead. the words no longer flow, ideas feel stagnate, nothing clicks for me. i spent six weeks in a far off places, living, breathing, experiencing life outside of my bubble. i had so many plans for what I would right when i returned home. unfortunately that didn't happen, i’ve barely written a word in the almost three months i’ve been home. there has been a lot going on in my head; my mind is currently co-existing in about five separate locals, and i believe that to be part of the problem. the other part is me; i don't feel receptive at the moment.
i've had this account for some time, but i never felt like any of my work belonged here. now i feel that perhaps taking part in a wholly creative community, will help me find my way back to a place where i can write. i feel like i'm suffocating in my block.. . something needs to change.

in the last week i've written a very small bit, it's a start. a small one, but a start none the less.
unfortuneltly that didn't happen. there has been a lot going on in my head, and i believe that to be part of the problem. the other part is me, i don't feel receptive at the moment. i've had this account for some time, but i never felt like any of my work belonged here. now i feel that perhaps taking part in a wholyey creative community, will help me find my way back to a place where i can write. i feel like i'm sufficating in my block.. . something needs to change. in the last week i've written a very small bit, it's a start.

“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” -e.e. cummings