from darkness to dawn

I’ve been writing every day. More words. More thoughts. More. And then it stopped. Because I stopped. Because I got bored of what I was doing. The moon is rising, it is but a faint silhouette on the firmament. As if it already vanished. As if all its light had already shone and there is nothing left. We know the feeling, don’t we? When we are tired and exhausted. So tired that no thought makes sense and every word in my minds is a resounding question. It’s like being trapped in a maze of confusion, with no clear path to guide me. The overwhelming weight of uncertainty bears down on me, leaving me feeling adrift in a sea of indecision. Every step forward feels like wading through quicksand, each movement requiring immense effort with no guarantee of progress. The shadows will eventually give way to light, I am sure. As my head hits the pillow, I forget everything I remember. At dawn, I gather my thoughts like scattered fragments of a dream, piecing them together to write another chapter baring my innermost desires.

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fiction – 183 words – reading time: 1 minute