Swallow You

It’s a week of um, new experiences for me. In which it leaves me no time to write anything at all, which may be a bad thing because to me writing fuels my soul. If I’m not writing I would at least channel a bit of my thoughts in social media (read: Insta Stories) or some other thing. There’s just literally nothing I want to tell stories about, my night time now spent chasing deadlines. While they utilise my creative brain, they do not nourish my thirsty-for-writing self.

So tonight I am not touching my work at all. I’m not giving up neither am I complaining. I am simply taking a break. Went shopping today too and ate at three different restaurants. While walking on my own a line of a poem strung, but in my meta-thinking “Oh so I need to walk to be able to be poetic!” I forgot what the line was. We’ll try to make up an on-the-spot stanza. After this I’m going to do another work that’s not paid but something I’ve always wanted to do.