I miss the days when I could just write out my heart lines on pages, its been too long since I wrote anything, that's worth reading.
Maybe, I've been trying too hard to please other people, and tried too hard to write in a style that I'm never familiar with.
Maybe, I'm too used to write to ease my heart pains and sadness, when I'm in a state of content happiness, I can't seem to put my thoughts into words.
But, perhaps, just perhaps, I'm missing my muse.
I miss my muse.