CREATIVE BLOCK: What's next? As I stare out glaring pass my reflection. All I see is a blank space. To some it is veiled as new beginnings, to others as a dead end. To some a neverending journey. As I stare out. All I see is a blank space. A space close enough to reach out, yet blend to the empty scene.
CREATIVE BLOCK:
What's next? 

As I stare out glaring pass my reflection. All I see is a blank space. To some it is veiled as new beginnings, to others as a dead end. To some a neverending journey. 

As I stare out. All I see is a blank space. A space ... poetry stories
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bebawolf Journal entries from 1/19/19 ▫️◽◻💠◼◾▪
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At times I do get stuck in my writing. And it just sucks

CREATIVE BLOCK: What's next? As I stare out glaring pass my reflection. All I see is a blank space. To some it is veiled as new beginnings, to others as a dead end. To some a neverending journey. As I stare out. All I see is a blank space. A space close enough to reach out, yet blend to the empty scene.

A space far enough for me to stare off to with no end. Under this veil, all I see is an unlimited potential of creation. However, the ounce of fear has me melting away. Melting with the background. Turning into that blank space. I am transparent as I stare out only able to remain blank.

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