Consider this a call for help.

I’m drowing in a sea of unwritten thoughts and lines and words. That’s all I have. Thoughts, lines and words. No stories to frame them in.

I’m burning up physically and mentally.

I yearn to be with someone, but I don’t know who.

I don’t know anymore.

I’ve burned out.

“Cry now, scream now, bitch! Your flame has stopped flickering.”

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  1. It may well be that you’re not a prose writer, but a poet.

    Or. It could be that in the back of your mind you want to be (or need to be) a poet for now, temporarily.

    Remember — burnout doesn’t last forever. Be kind to yourself. Be your own best friend.

    That’s an order! 😀


  2. Squeaky

     /  November 11, 2011

    Christ, I remember feeling like this. I promise it will get better, sweetheart. *hug * Xxx
    P.s. i think the poetry idea is a good one.


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