She asked me why I haven't written since.... I gave her an answer that isn't untrue.
But... I don't know, really.
Did I become that emptied out, that the pot had no more ink anymore.
Was it too wasteful, to express?
Was expression itself, deemed pointless now?
Was that a turning point? Was it a trigger?
Is this baggage? Or is this growth? Or just, is.
But... I don't know, really.
Did I become that emptied out, that the pot had no more ink anymore.
Was it too wasteful, to express?
Was expression itself, deemed pointless now?
Was that a turning point? Was it a trigger?
Is this baggage? Or is this growth? Or just, is.