My Brick Wall.

lowkey writers block. I haven't written anything in weeks :(

I stare at the wall

Deep red and infinitely tall

The only way past it is to break through

One cannot climb straight over

All I have is my hands and my mind

I am trapped

Creativity flew out the window miles ago

There's no turning back anymore

I'm surrounded

I must break out

The bird must break out of the egg

I sat down to type

And nothing came out

I stared at the keyboard

They weren't letters anymore

Just symbols that represented pieces from different puzzles

Nothing flowed or fit together

Infuriating.

And this is probably crap.

Author's Note

I don't have anything to say.

Reviews

[kite kid]

it's only as crappy as you think, at least to me it seems about average but i love the theme.

but might this be last of hxldxncxxns work?