When words cease to flow...

I've felt strange lately.

Very strange.

Well, hm... how should I put it. It's as if something is holding me back. I feel like something with me isn't right, like some part of me is broken. It's odd.

I am, and have always been, a storyteller. But the words have ceased to flow. I always imagine myself writing - or perhaps, typing - the story of my life, frowning every now and then, smiling whenever my story reaches a grand, joyful crescendo. It's odd, how I envision myself as this person who just keeps on writing.

But the problem is, right now, I've stopped. Right now I'm just staring at the book, confused and fascinated by my lack of inspiration. My hand is poised right above the page, ready to write anything that comes to mind, but the words cease to flow.

Very, very odd.

What happened? When did the world stop? When did it go wrong? And, more importantly, what went wrong?

I just hate this feeling. I'm a storyteller with nothing to say, nothing to offer.

I'm sure that it's a phase. I'm sure I'm just missing something, some intrinsic, remarkable truth that would allow the words to flow again. A story isn't just about a plot or a character. To me, a story is only a story if it says something. It is only a story if the reader, or writer, learns something from it. I've read so many books - while some of them are stories, the others are merely words on paper.

Now, at this point, I wonder if my life is a story, or if it's only words on paper.

I feel hollow. Odd.

This post is hollow. What the heck am I trying to say?

Get on with the story, already!

Read on...

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Paint that smile on, no sad faces

Fallen - Sarah Mclachlan

Heaven bend to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight
Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so

We all begin with good intent
When love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past can be undone
But we carry on our back the burdens time always reveals
In the lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
I have held so dear

Though I've tried, I've fallen
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so

Heaven bend to take my hand
I've nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one misstep one slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Though I've tried, I've fallen
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so

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