So, I’m writing for my second poetry book and I just don’t feel inspired as of late.
It’s not that I can’t write at all, blog posts are one thing but I feel like poetry is a complete different story.
My words don’t flow beautifully like the work of others
and it definitely brings out my insecurities too often.
Maybe I’m thinking too much into this, but it’s kind of hard not to,
especially when you’re a complex human like me. Gemini life, haha.
Let’s hope my luck changes soon…