In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: « Express Yourself!. »
The only way I know how to express myself is through writing. When I write I feel good. When I’m blocked, it’s like swallowing concrete and sinking to the bottom of the sea. It’s dark and cold and hopeless.
Sometimes I pick up other hobbies, drawing, scrapbooking, making my own candles or jewelry. It’s nice, my fingers are happy to create stuff.
It never lasts though, I always go back to writing. Or to writer’s block. Like I am, these days.