Futile
a reflection
This is indeed a resentful writing!
I am not gonna expound on the idea that i have a terrible writer's block lately, something that I am not used to. I had my major writer's block when i entered college and believe me it was really a bad experience.
I had to succumbed everything that comes out of me and poured it into another medium which is painting and pastel drawing.
I could have 'killed' my writer-self then and there in my room after brewing on a drawing of a old tree which all of my friends already knew. I am an spiteful man, distasteful, and ridiculous.
Black cloud. Black smoke. A clandestine work of my mind.
