I've been in a state of confusion these past weeks.
I don't feel good about myself.
I lose my self-confidence.
And most importantly, I'm lost for words.
Can you imagine?
I'm
losing
words!
That's the last thing in this world that I want to lose.
Yet I lost it.
I couldn't seem to find my muse in writing.
And to me, that's the scariest thing.
You lose something without even knowing why.
Without even knowing how.
I'm lost for words.
I'm not used to being this.
I like to think that I always have the right words, at least for myself.
I don't even know how to speak to myself anymore.
I looked in the mirror and
I said nothing.
I saw my reflection in the mirror but
I said nothing.
I tried to think for myself still
I said nothing.
Nothing.
Still...
Nothing.
...
Yup, that's the word.
Nothing, it is.
I guess it's time for me to befriend the word.
Get to know Nothing.
Talk to Nothing.
Think of Nothing.
Look deeply into Nothing.
Until I fall in love, with Nothing.
Then who goddamn knows?
I might marry Nothing.
I might have newborn words with Nothing.
We might name it Something.
Or Anything.
Or even Everything.
So, cheers to the infinite possibilities!
I think I'll be doing fine with Nothing.
I think we'll make a good team.
It's an official collaboration, folks,
called,
"The wordplay of Nothing and I"
Where I'll start writing
to find myself again.
Where I found Nothing,
out of thin air.
Out of nothing.
