passion driven

ive been tremendously lazy lately. verrrryyyy. superrrrr. lazzzzzzzzzzyyyyyy.

it was scary. its like im having one of those things they call writer’s block that completely and utterly diminishes my imagination and want and passion to write or even discuss anything. it seeps though me. claws my soul off and poof! im a meaningless shadow once again…lurking into the night…trying to reach for the light….

well i don’t want to believe that im stuck in this boring blackhole for the rest of my life. this blackhole that continues to suck outthe very juices of my being. i am a writer. was a writer. would be a forgotten writer…

i don’t want to even think that ive lost the passion to do what ive been always wanting to do. yes, i did have the passion before. and even if at some point of my life i feel that i am being dragged deeper into a grave, i don’t want to give it up. because at the end of the day, only my passion will quench my thirst and feed my soul. only my passion will bring life to a lifeless creature lingering for survival in this freaked out world.

i have passion. it is within me. at a given time, it will spark again and engulf me with flames. only then that i can be another phoenix rising from the ashes.