Overcoming writer’s block might be a difficult thing to do, particularly when one has a strong desire to write. Which might seem like a paradox, but it is not: the trick, I think, is to just allow yourself to be in this phase of lack of inspiration, during which your psyche, maybe in a subconscious way, tries to come up with a solution and a very good idea could emerge at some point, if you remain relaxed. But we use to push ourself and therefore accumulate an unnecessary pressure which, in reality, makes your brain to flounder and take more time to do his job, which is counterproductive and something we tend to avoid, and, doing so, the tension only grows and we are in a bigger pickle...

So how not to be caught in such a vicious circle? We just should not ponder too much or, ideally, not at all, which is a very rare, transient state of mind. The first step could involve stopping to call it a “block”, but only a pause for reflection. And who knows if what you come up with after hours of consideration and hesitation, so little and unimportant as it could appear, although hardly earned, isn’t better than what you get effortlessly and rapidly? I guess it will stay an unsolvable mystery unless the machine permitting the alternate dimensions travel is invented.

When I’m with you,

don’t ask me why,

but I just feel like I’m flying,

soaring through the air,

wind blowing in my face,

my hair tousled and flying with its cool breeze,

that feeling of euphoria,

of perfect peace,

of serenity and calmness.

You make me smile,

like there is no tomorrow,

and it’s like every single smile with you,

is real and natural,

not forced,

not because I’m obliged to do so.

And I truly feel happy.

Yesterday I sat outside in a different chair

A whole new view opened up

How the wind moves

The back view of neighborhood houses above their fences

A fresh patch of blue sky with clouds

A new perspective changed how I felt

I accomplished more difficult tasks than I had in last couple of months

How selfish can I be

But I just can’t let go

You mean the world to me

And it’s breaking my heart

To know I have to say goodbye

I even know how much you suffer

But I still want you to stay

I can’t think what it would even be without you

And I can’t help but want you to stay

I know it’s selfish of me

But I hope you could understand

But it’s ok to go

Where I know you will be in peace

One day we shall meet again

I bathed in the light of stars upon masses of ice and dust,

While you danced in fields of green below.

And in my eternal flight I dared to see

If you had ever really set me free.

Escape into the unknown, with its wonders and fears

It’s shadows and monsters of grief.

Only now can I truly tell,

That Life in the lifeless world could make you happy

My love is empty

Or so I’ve been told

I have heard every cry and I feel the weight of every tear that’s shed due to my being

Maybe I like the pain, because in a sense, I believe I deserve it

Or do I deserve pain simply because I’m strong enough to bear it?

Im clever at saying the right words at the right time

And batting my lashes while throwing a smirk.

But if my pain could speak, I know what it’d say.

i dance between being over emotional and emotionless

And yet I crave connection.

I wish to love and to be loved

But it hurts so bad.

Heart break waltzes in my wake

And I yearn for the day I can wash the scars from my soul.

So I say it now, as repentance for my sins

I am addicted to the wrong things

And if I continue to chase what makes me feel alive, I will die alone

I’m afraid that if I wait long enough, I’ll realize that I made the wrong choice.

So that’s why I’m scared to hold your hand and let myself relax in your arms.

Because I figure one of us is going to come to that conclusion,

and although I carry it well, it doesn’t mean the pain isn’t heavy.

I regret the anguish I’ve caused and wonder

What do I do when I no longer find life beautiful?

When the chase ends and I’m left

A l o n e

When my bones ache for a gentle caress

but I cant remember how it felt.

Do I trust now and be wrong

or never experience the karma that cascades in my footsteps?

I’m sorry for being this hard to love.

I want

To take

That step

Of faith.

To be content:

If I fall,

I fall.

If I fly,

I fly.

If I land on solid ground,

I’ll know

It was worth

Taking that first step,

After all.