I haven’t been writing much poetry since our break-up. Transforming my demented feelings into words and immortalizing every memory through poetry, hence makes myself even more miserable. I should be writing stories for children, poems or even fulfilling my daily task of blogging. But I really just can’t write.
Quoting Jessica Zafra, writing is a pyschotherapy, enabling you to heal yourself whatever pain you are suffering from. It gives you the power, your pen as the magic wand and transfroms your feelings into words, just as Cinderella’s fairy god mother dressed her with the dandiest gowns.
I should have written more even if I’m not bored or lonely.
