Thoughts.

It has been a while since the last time I wrote something. I'm having a writer's block, I guess. I'm just not inspired, nothing comes to mind when I hold my pen. My head is a total blank page. Usually when I write, my head is full of images, emotions and smells. When I wrote my text "Seasons", I've lived every detail to the fullest, from the feeling of the cold rain falling on my bare skin to the scent of the Jasmin tree in the late summer evenings. Right now, however, I'm just sitting here, with my lemon water almost over, and my pen between my fingers, unable to work its magic, because I can't think of anything.
I think I reached this point in my life because I stoppes writing for the pleasure of it, because now I write for the reviews and I started to care what my readers will think, so I try to make my texts fancy and polished, and in that process, I lost myself, and I lost my ability to convey the emotions and feelings I experience as I write about something. I don't have those sudden urges to hold a pen and give meaning to the random letters anymore, and once I lost that, I admit that I lost myself, and I don't know me anymore.
Does anyone else feel the same ? Or am I the only one ? Because loneliness and pain are all I feel now, like if I was stripped from everything that made me, me !

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[Sami Khalil]

Thank you for sharing...Take care...:)................