Write what you want to read.

I’m suffering writer’s block. I usually don’t post my writings on blogs because I never build up the courage to publish it. I just always have this negativity that there is someone out there with a story better than mine so what does mine matter? I keep my writing to myself because I only write for myself.

And lately, I’ve been slacking. My mind is just completely blank and I speak in fragment sentences. My thoughts are scrambled and I can’t tame them on paper. I have so much to say but there aren’t enough letters to complete my words. And I lack self confidence. I would write a whole page of nothingness and it would just end up backspaced. Nothing stays permanent. Change is constant, what could possibly be permanent? When bestselling authors win all there is to win, what’s left to write? I’d like to think that what I write is my own, my language, my beauty in words. “But I am just a copy of a copy”. I want to be my own influence.

I am in need of a challenge. A new insight on sights. A new perspective on perspectives. A new view on views. I need Literary art to keep me intellectually sane.