There is one state in which I cannot write. And that is when i think i am too satisfied. Nothing motivates me to write. As a writer, sorrow is the fodder I feed on. I think I make such a luxury out of my sorrow too.
I play sad songs in my mind or feel drawn towards sad poetry. I wallow in the grief, let it take its roots deep within me and when it has settled in perfectly, I brush it aside from my mind to achieve a state of numbness. It is really that time when I have no expectations, nothing to give or take in face of a particular situation.
Somewhere along this transition course, is the time when writing becomes a natural calling..my own personal form of protest..to the unknown.
I play sad songs in my mind or feel drawn towards sad poetry. I wallow in the grief, let it take its roots deep within me and when it has settled in perfectly, I brush it aside from my mind to achieve a state of numbness. It is really that time when I have no expectations, nothing to give or take in face of a particular situation.
Somewhere along this transition course, is the time when writing becomes a natural calling..my own personal form of protest..to the unknown.
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