I knew what I wanted and as I write this all down I just don’t know if I do anymore.
Something has shifted inside of me and everything that meant something just leads to nothing but an dead-end.
I keep moving forward for I have faith that it will all turn around and maybe everything won’t be so gray for long.
I keep going back to the things I wrote before this happened and I try almost every time I write to get back the passion I had before and sometimes I get lucky but, soon the feeling fades and the words stay inside me to come out one day.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes