I used to be much smarter.
Conclusions were drawn like simple sketches,
Occam's Razor, full of finesse and had perfect timing.
Now I feel dulled, blurry, out of focus, whatever pleases you. What is it that I had that now looks like a cut out from a fashion magazine? It's so difficult to comprehend things. Am I coming back to the once fulfilling world of writing? Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is that I've got to find that certain something that once fueled me but now eludes me. |
Submission Name: Theory
