In nightly revels and new jollity.

~ And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love that you make ~

I used to love writing so much.

But now it feels like such a chore. It doesn’t feel natural. I mean sure, I just finished a poem last night, the first poem I’ve written in 4ish months. I used to write so much poetry that it was crazy. But now everything I try to put into words just feels so forced. It doesn’t have that natural vibe to it that it used to. Where is this unneeded writer’s block coming from? There’s so much I’m feeling right now, such a varied mix of emotions and I can’t find a way to put it all into words.

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