So I was looking for another short quote to use for calligraphy practice. Instead of heading over to trusty, old Google, I decided to look for book quotes I ‘clipped’ on my Kindle. And this caught my fancy.
Was reading old written works of mine and I can’t help feeling empty, drained and hollow. Where did my old fire go? What happened to that sass? I feel so pathetic right now compared to the writer that I was before. It would seem that it is not just my physical body that is deteriorating with time and age.
I don’t necessarily live a happy life now, though it has its sparkling moments. But the darkness that was my muse is now as elusive as the ‘normalcy’ I craved before. Instead of black, I now see in dull, boring gray. There’s nothing there to inspire or ire me enough to get the creative juices flowing.
I am not high, but not low either. How mediocre.
Trigger warning: This is one of my most personal posts ever.
This is one of Adele’s many heart-breakingly beautiful songs. I can’t listen to this without feeling its emotional pull, never mind that I never was in the song’s exact circumstance.
But I almost was. Though my guy and I have been together now for more than a decade now, there was a time before when I honestly thought everything was over between us. Had we not gotten back together, I would have been literally singing this song with matching tears and snot. It would have hurt that bad. Why? Allow me to tell you one of the most painful parts of our story…
Something’s missing and I don’t know how to fix it.
Something’s missing and I don’t know what it is.
The monster’s running wild inside of me. So lost, I’m faded.
