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I used to know how to write, now when all I need to do is write I cant. I cant think of metaphors I cant remember how to play with words. This is sad to me. I dont know how to say what I NEED to say, how to get it out of me. It is slowly poisoning me from the inside out and eventually I will wither like a dying flower in alaska with no sunlight. I am without sunlight in my life, I am without all I need to find my inspiration and looking has done nothing but cause me more dispair. Caused me to resent those that can write and have no problem finding their words. I remember what it felt like to write and I remember what it felt like to have that literally destroyed. I remember what it looked like to see my journal in peices by the one who claimed to love my talent. I havent been able to write since and now I fear I have lost it forever. Please pray for my muse for she has lost her way home and is probably searching for me like I search for her. If you see her, send her my way


"It was but yesterday we met in a dream. you have sung to me in my aloness, and I of your longings have built a tower in the sky. But now our sleep has fled, and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to fuller day and we must part. If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together, and you shall sing a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream, we build another tower in the sky."


"We cannot be in charge of our own salvation, we must therefore pray to assist in others salvation in hopes of our own" Dean Koontz



"There is no need to see where I am going, I just need to know where I have been."