I've got a bit of writer's block, must have been the knock, the shock to the system, means I can't impart any wisdom. I'm feeling more than a bit isolated out of the situation I created and now I've got to stop and rewind. There's something I have to find. I have learnt already that I can't act on impulse, I have to stop the convulse of emotions surging through me because there's a purging quality to the urging fit which means now I'm solitary with the aftermath of it. I'm wrapping a scarf around my head, wearing sunglasses so my eyes are not read, and in hiding. I'm to each law abiding, not breaking free with the mania glee but in a complete state of self-reflection. Suppose I have to be, seeing as I've lost my connections. But now I'm wondering if I'm missing some direction, something that's gonna show me the way. I'm gonna miss it if I'm in hiding all day. Or maybe I just need to carry on turning the key and lock myself in. But I'm yearning to see if there's a knock that I'll win and stay standing when it hits me. I'm trying on new faces to see which one fits me. Right now the one I wear is one of peace and calm. I'm pinning down the rage and harm. Thing is, I just want to be able to write, but it's a bit difficult when there's nothing in sight but the clock, ticking the moments I'm not seeing away, I've got writers block from being away. You can't just look inward, you've got to look outward too. It is only ever exciting when it includes you too. Can't think...guess I'll just wait till the others are inviting, I'm all out of ink, can't do any writing.
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